I have been asked before by curious friends why I blog. As those of you who are in this little world know, it is such a difficult thing to explain.
What started as a memoir for my family has become my therapy. My blog has become a place to reflect at the end of the day and try to reframe the frustrations of the day into lessons I hope to learn from. A place to record my thoughts, fears and cherished memories. A sounding board. A network of supportive been-there-done-that Moms. A place to encourage others in the same boat or a step or two behind on this road of life.
As I read about Copeland Farley's passing last night, my sadness was somewhat alleviated by elation at the support blogging had facilitated for this family. There were over 600 comments on the post about her passing last time I checked. That is phenomenal! For all of the scary, yucky things about the Internet, praise God for the network of prayer warriors it can also connect. Stories like Copeland's, Heather's, Amy's, Ashley's, Ivey's, Eliot's move me and inspire me to be more courageous and more faithful. I walk away challenged, encouraged, feeling like I have seen another layer of God's character revealed by how His Will was worked out in those lives.
I value authenticity highly. There are limits of course to what is appropriate to share outside an intimate circle, but what is with all the pretense most walk through life hiding behind? Why don't we do a better job of sharing loads with one another? I remember a wise man warning me over a decade ago that I did not understand community. "Your problem, " he said, "is that you think you must be completely independent or risk becoming co-dependent. You have forgotten about the great space between those two places called interdependence. That is real community. That is Biblical." Those were profound words spoken over my life.
I often find myself wishing everyone was as open and authentic in "real life" as they are able to be online. Blogging seems in so many ways to remove the pretenses, cut to the core and allow people to play their roles in the parts of the body. Why must we hide behind computer screens in order to open up? Wouldn't it be freeing to live "real life" this way? What are we afraid of?