And the four living creatures, each of them with six wings, are full of eyes all around and within, and day and night they never cease to say, “Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come!” Revelation 4:8(NIV)
Facebook has been on my mind. It started when I was listening to the radio and the DJs talked about how Facebook robs your joy of living in the present. They encouraged people to put down their phones and pay attention to their kids and spouses instead of watching what other people are doing. They quoted a study that links increasing depression and anxiety with the amount of time a person spends on Facebook noting that when we see what others have or are doing it makes us dissatisfied with our own lives. Yesterday, I had lunch with a friend who compared herself to me saying that she has no skills but that I have many. First, let me clarify that this friend is introspective, funny and bright. She makes everyone around her feel better about themselves and their life. She is a great cheerleader, a deep thinker and a wise woman. The kind of person everyone needs on their team. But, it made me concerned that she thought I was better than she is when it comes to creativity, communicating and clear mindedness. I think she got that from Facebook. You see, I am all about posting things like: “Chapter 4 done, Caroline and Will are getting married!” “Cory is such a good girl at dog school!” “Lost 12 pounds on my sugar detox!” “Just finished a great workout!” or “Finally rode over the Land Bridge. Check that off the bucket list.” I post pictures of my sewing projects or decorating. Of my vacation experiences and work successes. But, here’s what you won’t read on my Facebook page: “Got some discouraging news today. Trying to make it home without stopping for cupcakes or new clothes,” or “Husband and I had a fight today. Don’t know who sunk lower in that argument.” I don’t advertise my low points on Facebook, only the highlights. I don’t tell you how I ate three Drumsticks ice cream treats in one night because I was anxious about something. I don’t post about the fact that my newly planted flower bed is brown and crispy. I prefer that you not know how many times I overspent, overate or overdid. Because I really am that kind of compulsive person that I appear to be on Facebook, but not in the good ways that I reveal to you there. Please don’t judge a girl by her Facebook page. I am far from perfect. If you didn’t already know it, Facebook is for fakes. The people who want you to think that they are all good, all wise and all knowing. The people who crave attention and compliments (yes, I am one). When instead, the only One who deserves to be glorified or praised, the only One who deserves recognition or attention is the One who lives in me but gets hidden by the “me,” “me,” “me,” and “I,” “I,” “I” of Facebook. Because He’s the only one who satisfies. That’s what I really want you to know.