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Changes, Part 2

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"If you aim at nothing, you will hit it every time."
~Zig Ziglar

" What good is it, my brothers, if someone says he has faith but does not have works? Can that faith save him?  If a brother or sister is poorly clothed and lacking in daily food,  and one of you says to them, “Go in peace, be warmed and filled,” without giving them the things needed for the body, what good is that?  So also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead."
~James 2:14-17
 ....So, to continue my discourse from yesterday; here are a few more reasons I need to leave the world of social media and how I plan to spend my time.  Some of my solutions are more broad, I am still looking for ways to accomplish these goals.


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      5).I just finished a wonderful book called "The Art of Neighboring", and one thing that God has placed on my heart is my need to be deeply rooted where He has planted me.  And how can I do that if I am sitting on my fanny looking at Facebook?  It feels as though I am only giving half of myself to what God wants me to do, and the other half is invested in seeing only glimpses of peoples lives.  Basically, compare going into the ice cream store to just looking through the window of the ice cream store.  In order to get the ice cream, I have to go in.  So it is with people.  In order to build real relationships, I have to be fully committed to building relationships, which is harder to do with the distractions I allow into my life.  Facebook also
     6). acts as a smoke-and-mirror to what we believe.  We say we are appalled at Abortion, or the horrendous behavior of some of our political people, or that crime that happened last week.  I don't know about you, but instead of sitting here sharing about how shocked I am at these injustices, I would so much rather be out there DOING something.  Perhaps it is just me, but I find it easy to "Like and Share" something to "show support" when in actuality, I am having no effect whatsoever in helping the cause.  I want to be someone who DOES something, who changes the world, one person at a time.  Helping one person at a time is a way to do that.  We are so deceived if we think that sharing a meme or posting a controversial status update, or arguing with someone of a differing viewpoint is going to amount to anything beneficial.  I am not changing the world -not even the Social Media world!- by simply sharing my opinions and beliefs. 
    In summation, God has instructed us -me- to go out and do things to further His kingdom.  Being a part of Facebook, and even letting myself indulge in other perfectly innocent entertainment on a regular basis has become a weight, a hindrance.  I would rather focus on growing closer to Jesus, letting Him mold my character into what He would like me to be, and be there for the people God has placed around us than sit and let life happen.  I want to live life, not just let life live me.  And on another note, reading on a daily basis is becoming a thing of the past; a very very valuable thing.  Imagine all the books I could be reading, the things I could be learning, with all that extra time?  I would so much rather my children see me constantly reading than staring at a screen. 
    And so, if anyone is interested in what Joel, Ransom and I have been up to, I think that's awesome!  I really enjoy blogging, so you can follow me here.  For our family in particular, there will be plenty of baby photos.  ;)   You can also shoot me an email at j.hcropseyadventures@gmail.com; I'd be more than happy to keep in touch!  

Running the Race,
Heather

      


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