Social Media’s “Mean” To Me…and Other Untruths’

Hello Friends. We’re halfway through 2016, and I pray the year’s been especially kind to you. Wishful thinking?

On what I’m calling a journey towards living a more purposeful, intentional life I’ve finally embraced that while we can’t change our pasts, we can absolutely change the course of our future! About time I blogged something profound and useful wouldn’t you say?  Well sharing is caring, and with my newly acquired knowledge it’s time to “put my money where my mouth is.” Sayings like these literally make me double over with insane laughter, but I get it. Translation: put up or shut up.

In my past I’ve violently avoided social media. For all sorts of silly, zombie apocalypse, and downright bizarre reasons, I attach magical, mystical attributes to the virtual community. Well no more hiding I declared, and on April 1st aka April Fool’s Day, I created a personal Facebook page. Before the week was finished I prayed with every ounce of my being for an undo. It was just TOO MUCH! Too many tasks to complete, friend requests to accept, pages to like. Yada, yada, yada.

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Me after one week of Facebook…

THE RED BUTTON KEEPS POPPING UP! By day eight, the FB notification button had the ability to take me to DEFCON 1 (maximum readiness, nuclear war is imminent). My loving husband patiently held my hand as I looked at my computer screen in terror. Then he did something marvelous. He turned the blasted thing OFF. Bam, no more alerts, pop ups or notifications, and once again I felt empowered enough to crawl along at my own pace. From my pain I present to you, drumroll please, the top 3 myths (busted) since joining this particular social media platform:

  1. This (insert social media site) HATES me! Image result for emoji faces

    This was a biggie for me, and probably came out of my mouth every time I went to my page. Really, why are you so nosy and demanding FB? Click here, like that! I get it, but it’s going to take time to develop mastery of your program. I’m a flip phone hold out, and a letter writer. No, I didn’t say email…I write actual letters IN CURSIVE to people, lick stamps and mail them off. Plus, I’m only on your site on the weekends. Does that make me a social, social user? We’re at the end of month two, and I can say at this point I’m starting to enjoy the updates from Grandma, and reconnecting with friends and classmates.

  2. No likes equal no love. Image result for emoji faces

    The verdict’s still out on who’s more shocked by my 180 degree social network embrace: me or those dearest to my heart. Those who know me well AND embrace my idiosyncrasies are convinced they’re being catfished by someone using my persona. Perhaps it was the day I chose to say howdy to my circle. However, with all my oddities, a true head scratcher I’ve encountered has to be when one of my new friends, friend of friends, or acquaintance (whatever you’re calling me on your little drop down tab) gets angry, depressed or withdrawn because there’s not a quick enough response to one of their many, many posts. I know how you feel because you actually type out: I’m feeling depressed/angry etc. and then proceed to tell all of cyberspace exactly why you feel a certain way. Don’t you work? Oh…you’re online while at work. Get off social media before your boss finds out! Then chill out, go back and read #1. Finally, wait until Saturday for a thumbs up if you’re counting on my response. Which brings me to my final point…

  3. I’m sorry/Not sorry.  Image result for i'm sorry emoji faces

    Dear friends, remember the #1 rule concerning the internet. Anything you post now belongs to the floating world of cyberspace. FOREVER. Remember my phobia on social media’s magical, mystical powers that I can’t explain to you in this post? You laugh at me, but are willing to spit on a Q-tip and mail your DNA off to complete strangers in a third world country who “promise” to tell you your ancestry. Hmm, I digress. Let’s just finish up by saying I can’t even to all the veiled (and blatant) posts I’ve seen threatening to unfriend folks for the most trivial reasons.  You’re telling me if I won’t: buy your product, support your dreams, type amen to what you like, or share your profanity-laced views on any and everything (straight vs. gay, weave vs. natural hair, Hillary vs. Bernie) we can’t be friends?  Again I say knock it off, go back and read #1. You are entitled to your thoughts, but remember they are your opinions and not facts.

    Let’s remember why social media was launched in the first place. So we could create, share, and exchange our wonderful information and ideas, over the internet. Using it responsibly at home enhances our ability to network in business and beyond. Irresponsible behavior may land you in the following undesirable territory.

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Be nice! Avoid being blocked from social media.

Still Friends,

CED

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The Bejeweled Crown

In my dream I knelt before Your throne

You placed a bejeweled crown upon my head

In awe I marveled at my precious gift and You instructed me on its care

More valuable than any earthly possession

Each gem perfection, shining brightly before the King of Glory.

As brilliant as the sun was jewel number oneV__6FD7

Beautifully graced with a heart and mind attuned to God.

Her destiny written in the heaven’s above

She paints the moon and stars in masterful worship.

It is well with my soul.

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My love for you precious jewel number two

Endless, infinite, never-ending

Sealed in prayer and consecrated at your very first breath.

Your life a miracle for the world to see, and melody for ears to hear

Teaching and spreading the good news.

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Jewel number three looked as a mirror of me

Alike on its surface, but brilliantly clear in breadth and depth within

Racing after God in complete abandon

To the ends of the earth seeking broken hearts and weary minds.

Mercy and favor ever-flowing before her.

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Magnificient to behold was stunning jewel number four

Gloriously singing in high praise

She stuns the world with untold gifts

Her hands dancing across the strings and keys

And the people sing, “Hosanna in the highest!”

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And behold! At the centerpiece I gazed in wonder as you were set in place, the crown jewel number five

With an exclamation point you arrived, a delightful aria to my symphony

Both long answered prayer and covered by the Holy One

She is a joyful masterpiece

His promise of a hope and a future.

Most only see the outward shell of me

Smiling, singing, giving, living

With wisdom and understanding

I care for my most precious legacy

A crown more valuable than any earthly possession

The revealed pieces of the whole.

 

Blessings, CED

Monday Musings

The Most Important Thing

Twisting and turning on Grandma’s lap

Sleepily fighting as her hand pats

A gentle rhythm on my back

She overcomes all my resistance

And I drop soundlessly into dreams

Safe in her care

A baby’s love.

 

New kid again starting school number ten

Listlessly walking the empty halls

One day he is there

Watching me intently with kind eyes

And friendship begins

On the building block of trust

A schoolgirl’s love.

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Now on my own in the big city

His familiar voice stops me in my tracks

Beautiful eyes from my childhood

Look back at me with a new awareness

And ask for a lifetime

I do

A bride’s love.

Renewal of Vows

In great expectation I wait

My miracle who will have my mother’s name

The spring rains come and after much travail

I hold her and we are face to face

She has her father’s eyes

I am undone

A mother’s love.

AND 1994

When everything within me cries

For peace and hope and solid ground

I look over my life

And give to God

The most important thing

All my heart, all my soul, all my mind

A daughter’s love.

 

Blessings,

CED

The Daughter’s Song

As a child I long for You,

Your voice speaks to me in dreams

whispering “I will never leave you nor forsake you”

early impressions of You are etched upon my heart

I sing sweetly to You. 

The Daughters SongAs I grow, I run defiant

withholding my morning song from You

angry and alone,

I believe You are no longer here

so in desperation I turn to others

my song is silent. 

As I hide ashamed in my pit

memories of a child return,

Your voice speaks to me in dreams

loudly declaring a Father’s love

becoming a sirens song

I cannot contain my joy 

and I sing only to You forevermore.

CED