Almost exactly one year ago I wrote this:
P.S. I’m taking a Facebook break, friends. Mostly it’s about regaining some of the enormous amount of time I waste there. I’m thinking, though, that less time wasted means more sleep. And more sleep might mean eyes wider open to watch out for those opportunities for joy. I’ll try to let you know how it goes.
I mostly stuck to it. It helped that I made Jay change my password because I have the self control of a four year old when it comes to plans like this. I admit I did end up checking a few favorite pages regularly like HONY and Ginger Runner and Momastery, but there’s only so much time to be wasted when you don’t log in.
This week, though, I had to break my fast and get Jay to rack his brain for the password he chose so many months ago. I needed to contact a few people that I don’t have in my address book for a school project. And while it was initially fun to scroll through new baby pictures on pages of far off friends and see signs of new relationships on others, I found myself right back where I didn’t want to be a year ago. Jay, time for another password.
Perhaps my only tiny hesitation is that not signing on to Facebook for a year makes you miss notes like this:
Dear Tracy, I know school has started and you are very very busy, but it has come time to gently remind you that were another post to appear on your blog, your fans would very likely enjoy it.
This September note from a sweet college friend made me smile. With the help of her gentle reminder, here I am again. Better late than never?
So back to the sleep and eyes wide open and joy. I can’t say that it happened just like that. I’m sure this comes to no surprise to anyone who really knows me, but I quickly filled my extra time with everything but sleep. This semester I completed over half of my master’s degree and ran a marathon. Sleep was squeezed somewhere in between, and it was rarely enough.
But as for eyes wide open and joy…I think it’s a yes.
I don’t have Facebook photos to prove it.
I don’t have blog posts to prove it.
I don’t have a journal of 1,000 (or even 47) gifts to prove it.
For new Life Group friends that encourage us through their struggles and ours
For legs that were strong enough to run 17 miles and then walk 9 more
For neighbors that show relentless love
For friends that let you cry in their kitchens
For new friends, if only for a short season
For God-planned reunions with old friends
For a new job for Jay after many months of waiting
For slow mornings with all four of us piled in the bed
For five minute emails from a friend half way around the world
For the Word that is taking root in our lives in such real ways
For five dollar family dinners on Wednesday nights
For a husband that willingly washes the dishes and puts the kids to bed
For the precious personalities of my two year old friends at church
For heartbreak and forgiveness and reconciliation
For eyes wide enough open to see growth in my children as a result of prayer
For Friday afternoon
silent dance party bus dismissal
For the giving-est group of parents a teacher could ever want
For handmade gifts by Chica
For Bubba’s thumbs up and winks
Oh, and one more…
For friends that remind me it’s time to write again
May your 2016 be filled with joy and eyes wide enough open to spot it, friends.