Fakebook

Fakebook

Don’t get me wrong. I love facebook. I can only imagine how many days of my life I have wasted on facebook. But, we all know that it exists to make us look good. Have you seen my cute kids? How about that great hair day I had last week? Look how many “friends” I have!

But, those “cute” kids were terrorizing me just moments before. And for every good hair day I have, there are days when it doesn’t get washed at all. ¬†And out of all of those “friends,” only a small percentage really know who I am. I love to read about the accomplishments of my “friends” on facebook, and admittedly I envy the seemingly perfect lives some of them live. But I know that beneath all of the beautiful pictures & funny little status updates, there are struggles, hurts & imperfections in all of us.

I am grateful for my family and the life we have together, but over the past 2 years we have gone through our own personal struggles. I also know that in comparison to others, our struggles don’t seem so great. I want this to be a place where I can lay it down, share some thoughts and possibly gain some nuggets of wisdom through your comments. It’s in the most difficult times where I see the most personal growth. I’m thankful that in each day, in each moment, I get a fresh start. I am a work in progress.