During the month of July, I took a two and half week break from Instagram. I guess it was a fast of sorts - an intentional stepping away. It wasn't super planned in advance. Sometime around the end of June, I felt this longing to be disciplined about something - to give something up I knew would be rather difficult for me - simply to exercise self-control and see what fruit the Lord could produce through it. We were about to travel to Florida, and I knew I would want to post pictures. My sister was getting married at the end of the month, and I knew I would want to post photos then. There was roughly a two and a half week window between those two trips, and I decided I would give up social media during that time. I didn't announce that I was doing it. I didn't tell a single person other than Micah (and I only told him because it randomly came up in our conversation after I had already started). I hesitate even to blog about it after the fact... The Bible says, "When you fast, do not look gloomy like the hypocrites, for they disfigure their faces that their fasting may be seen by others (Matthew 6:16)." I have seen lots of people I greatly respect take extended fasts from social media. Often they announce it beforehand that they will "gone" from their various social media platforms for a week, a month, or an extended season. I get this to some extent. Many of these men and women have amazing online ministries or thriving businesses that rely heavily on social media for marketing or communication. To take a break from social media without a warning is a little bit like not calling in when you're going to miss work. But I also question if most of us really need to announce a social media fast. I felt humbly reminded that social media would spin on without me and felt pretty convicted I didn't need to proclaim my absence in advance. And that leads me to... #1: Social media kept spinning. Or scrolling. Or whatever it is social media does. I missed things. There might be people who got engaged or announced a pregnancy or who had babies in my absence... and I simply don't know about it. I'm sure I will soon enough. Life will go on. Literally... their baby will grow and grow and I will likely eventually see photographic proof that it's happening. #2: I'm actually kind of thankful Instagram messed with its algorithm. Like most people, when Instagram announced it would start messing with our feeds, putting pictures out of order and displaying only some posts, I was slightly annoyed. Mainly because I thrive on structure and routine. I have been breastfeeding the better part of the last three years, and Instagram was my activity of choice when nursing (moms who read actual books while nursing... I applaud you, but I never figured out how to do that with such giant children to maneuver). Each feeding I would scroll in my feed back to the last photo from my previous nursing session. Every photo was there in chronological order. I always felt "caught up." Now Instagram is a weird place where photos are out of order. I think they are still toying with the algorithm, so somedays I notice it more than others. But since Instagram took away the ability to see "every" post, it forces me to accept the fact that I'm going miss posts. Don't go on Instagram for a day? Who cares. I wouldn't have seen everything anyway. The algorithm change was a reminder that we actually have no control over the social media platforms we use (and in the spiritual realm... they are not as important as the time we allot to them). #3: I am following even fewer people than ever before. I don't follow a lot of people on social media. When the number I follow on Instagram approaches 200, I start to feel anxious. That's just too many pictures each day. Sometime on Facebook, I delete people on their birthdays... It sounds cruel, but I learned this trick from a friend. If I notice it's your birthday on Facebook and you aren't someone I would even feel comfortable saying "happy birthday" to online, I delete you as a friend. Chances are we were acquaintances a decade ago and there is no real communication happening in our online connection. A few days after my social media fast, I was back on Instagram getting all too easily lost in the scroll. I realized if I just follow fewer people then fewer pictures will pop up in my feed. I took my already moderate list of people I follow and got it down to the 150s. Now even if I'm tempted to pick up my phone and scroll when I could be doing something more meaningful, there are few new posts to look at and I'm quickly reminded I could be doing something more important with my time. #4: I missed Instagram. The motto I heard from everyone else taking these Instagram breaks was that they hardly missed it at all, because they were so busy living "real life" and being creative in their extra time. Although it got easier by the second week, I definitely missed checking in throughout my fast. I've decided that Instagram is grace for moms. My "real life" is cleaning up after two little kids all day, and Instagram is a welcome, uplifting pause from the housework. A few nights into the fast, I was doing dishes after dinner, trying to ignore my phone on the kitchen counter. Sure, I probably got my kitchen cleaned five minutes faster than I would have if I had checked social media on my phone, but it had been a long day, Micah was playing with the girls in the living room, and checking in on Instagram felt like a happy break in the midst dish duty. I've kind of surrendered to the fact that dinner prep, eating, and clean up will take 2-3 hours at this stage of life, so Instagram is a bit of grace as the water boils or the dishes soak. I missed having that pause throughout the day in those little seconds or minutes that couldn't really be filled with a more substantial activity like reading or writing. 5. Social media is good. I should technically say here that social media is neutral - a tool that can be used for good and evil purposes. But in my life, I believe the Father has used social media to bring about great good in my life and His Kingdom. I have made best friends through blogging and Instagram. We found our current church through Instagram. We are at camp this week, and I'm sharing about the messages and the ministry via social media. Some people step away from social media for a while and realize they need to remove it from their lives altogether. If that is the conviction of the Holy Spirit, then that is a wise and obedient choice. For me, I stepped away and realized social media is a grace in my life and an instrument God allows me to use to share messages from His word and build relationships that honor His Kingdom. I am happy to have social media back in my life. But the Bible suggests it is sometimes healthy to give up good things for a short while - food, sex for married couples, etc. Social media is good, yet it was also good to give it up for a season. I will probably do so again in the future to keep my attention focused on the Lord, not the notifications and filters on my iPhone. Then I will welcome my phone back into my eager fingers and pray I may use just a few social media platforms with restraint and wisdom, ultimately for God's glory. ... Read more
Camp
Camp... makes me think of cozy cabins. Fans blowing in a futile attempt to cool the warm summer air. Eating too much candy. Shaking with laughter. Loud singing and dancing under the stars. Quiet times with God. Hearing Jesus's name proclaimed with gladness. When I was younger, I attended Warm Beach Camp in Washington. I loved it. We stayed in tiny cabins. Our counselors all had silly nicknames. I made great friends from all over the state, and we sent letters back and forth all year, as we anticipated reuniting the following summer. I still remember notes I scratched into my Teen Study Bible during the speaker sessions. Then I went to Young Life Camp... at Malibu. The best of all Young Life camps. This was a completely different feel, because I was a believer and most of my friends were not. We were going into our sophomore year of high school and about ten girls came to camp with me and heard the Gospel for the first time. Young Life camps are completely evangelistic in nature. They bring in thousands of high school kids every summer with their awesome activities and hilarious entertainment. Then in the midst of all the laughter and insanity, they preach Jesus to kids who don't know much about Him. It's amazing to be a part of it. In college, I was a counselor for two summers at Laity Lodge Youth Camp in the hill country of Texas. This camp was a tradition for so many families. Kids would spend two weeks at camp each summer, a whole half a month away from home, like their parents and their grandparents had before them. It was fun to watch all the tradition like the rodeo and the team competitions unfold each session as the legacy continued. After college, Micah and I served with Young Life in our hometown and took a bunch of kids up to Malibu two summers in a row. We poured into those kids - jumping into freezing water during the obstacle course, leading cabin times, and meeting with each camper one-on-one to check in on a spiritual level. I also may have danced like an idiot with my future sister-in-law... Last summer, we got to attend Lost Canyon, Arizona's Young Life Camp, as adult guests. It was fun to watch everything going on from the back row. To see camp leaders pouring into high school kids the way Micah and I used to. We got to enjoy the delicious food of camp and watch all the games, but we were there with friends of our own and our brood of toddlers, which was a new dynamic for the camping experience. Next week, we head to camp again... we will be participating in family camp at Forest Home in Southern California. This was not part of our summer plan until just a few weeks ago, but God provided the opportunity to go, so we are excitedly packing our bags and trusting that He has great things planned. I don't know what to expect, but I'm sure it will be a mix of all the camps I've experienced before. There will be families who have gone every year for the past ten or twenty years, building a legacy for the generations to come. There will surely be families who don't know Christ but are interested in the Gospel. There will be kids who have wandered a way from the faith. There will be parents praying fervently that those same kids come home like the prodigal son. I'm sure there will be games and laughter. I'm sure there will be too much dessert. I've also heard there will be babysitting, and lots of it, so couples can enjoy time alone to communicate and rest. This means there will counselors pouring into my children the way I poured into other people's kids all those summers ago. It will be sweet to watch. I don't know the traditions of Forest Home or what to expect in the daily schedule or from the speaking sessions, but I am sure of this... Jesus will be there. I'm sure His Spirit is at work mightily at Forest Home this summer, and I'm excited to be a part of it - moved and changed by the Living God and watching others be transformed by Him as well. To learn more: Forest Home on Facebook // Instagram // Twitter ... Read more
An Ode to Stay-at-Home Moms
How do you do it all day? Hang out with your kids, that is? Because I've been home all day, every day with my kids for nearly three months, and I might be going insane. Like I might need to see a therapist if someone doesn't intervene soon. And the person staging my intervention should ideally be a nanny. Micah told me when we got married he didn't think I should be a stay-at-home mom. It's not that he didn't want me to consider it or that we couldn't swing it financially. He just didn't think my personality was cut out for it. I'm here to report... he was right. When it was just Z and me, our days at home were pretty fun. I had a light workload with teaching, a full social calendar, and one little baby who slept really well. I cherished our days at home. She would nap, I would catch up on laundry, we would play with toys and put them all away right afterward. Life was bliss. But being at home all day with both my kids is a different story. Z watches too much TV while Talitha naps and I try to get housework done. Then I face the conundrum... do I take both girls out and about and endure the chaos comes with toting kids to the grocery store, bank, and library, or do we stay at home where they will mess up my freshly cleaned home and send me into a downward spiral of never-ending housework? We have gone to the library four times so far this summer. The first time ended with Z peeing on an upholstered chair. The second time Talitha puked on herself in the stroller. The third time, there were no bodily fluids involved and we actually checked out books, so I went back a fourth time thinking we were finally getting the hang of the public library. On trip number four, Zianne pooped her pants and then lost our already checked out books ON the library shelves. We had to wander around the children's section (with poop in her underwear, mind you), as we searched hundreds of board books for two that were already checked out in our name, while adults shushed us from across the library because both girls were screaming... We can never go back to that library again, On another note, what do you feed your kids for lunch? That is a mystery to me. Don't get me wrong. I love being with my kids. They make me laugh, and it's a joy to watch them develop each day. I remind myself often that I am doing a holy work at home, and I am building a legacy as I pour into my children. But seriously, I am looking forward to my work days in the fall. Half day preschool sounds like sabbath rest to me. Getting into my car alone and sitting in my office alone and sending emails alone... sign me up. I need to swap out the children's section for the college library for awhile. I need to mix in some scholarly research with the board books. But many of you moms will not being going to work in the fall. You will be in children's section of the library. You will read every board book. Your potty-training child might pee on the library carpet (but I hope not!). You will stoop to clean every mess. You will see crumbs all over your house, you will sweep them away, and they will be back ten minutes later. You will desperately scrounge for food at lunch time and plop onto the couch in an exhausted heap at nap time. You will continually question yourself: How can I love my kids THIS much, yet want a break from them so badly at the same time? I am so thankful for a flexible schedule at home, but why do my days still feel so busy and chaotic? Those questions are normal. At least, I hope they are. I know we are all called to different journeys. Some are called to motherhood, some are not. Some moms are supposed to work, some stay home, some do a crazy juggle of working part-time while parenting full-time. I've done a little of each and I could write an ode to each of you. But right now, almost three months into being home with my kids all day, every day, I sing my praises to you, "stay-at-home mom." Or rather "get-out-of-the-house-before-you-all-go-crazy mom." You are amazing. You juggle so many roles and responsibilities that no one ever sees. You organize, strategize, multi-task, and manage conflict. You don't ever get a raise or a promotion, unless finally replacing your old nursing bra or buying a Starbucks before you grocery shop counts as compensation... You handle the juggle and chaos with such patience, grace,and joy. You probably beat yourself up for the times you feel impatient or frustrated with your children, but those times are more rare than you think. Your children are going to be shaped by the kindness you showed them during these days at home with you, even if they don't remember the details of the games you played or the lunches you made. Stay-at-home mom, you are truly amazing. ... Read more
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