Showing posts with label Getting off Facebook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Getting off Facebook. Show all posts

Monday, November 5, 2018

Farewell to Facebook...forever


Yep, it's time.
I'm going back to old-school.


Sure, I'll miss my Facebook birthdays.  

And I'll miss all of my *friends* that I have met over the years.  
{I hope you follow me here...}

But, bottom line, we serve an awesome God.  
And if God wants a person in my life, it will happen, 
without the assistance of Social Media.  
This I know.


After writing about it over the years...
Here...and here...and well, you get my drift.
It's time.

To every thing there is a season...  See Ecclesiastes 3...HERE.

So my world just got a little smaller.  But the quiet beauty remains.


But it's all good.  

So here I'll be, Lord willing.

Abiding...

And there's no looking back.


Like the song we sung yesterday (me with teary blurry eyes due to emotion) 
during worship at my small country Mennonite church ~

Wherever He may guide me, no want shall turn me back.
My Shepherd is beside me, and nothing can I lack.
His wisdom ever waketh, His sight is never dim.
He knows the way He taketh, and I will walk with Him.
Taken from the Church Hymnal, Hymn 384 "In Heavenly Love Abiding" 2nd verse.

Until tomorrow, Lord willing...hope to see you then.
Sherry


Friday, April 22, 2011

Facebook

It was time...to follow the scripture that has graced our Website for years.

"Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business and to work with your hands, just as we told you, so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders and so that you will not be dependent on anybody."
1 Thessalonians 4:11-12



But please folks, contact us if you wish to connect. 

We would love to hear from you.

By email, Blog comment, or smoke signal.



I may be back on Facebook, as many friends are just a click away.

But sometimes easy isn't always the answer. 

"It was terribly dangerous to let your thoughts wander when you were in any public place or within range of a telescreen. The smallest thing could give you away. A nervous tic, an unconscious look of anxiety, a habit of muttering to yourself--anything that carried with it the suggestion of abnormality, of having something to hide. In any case, to wear an improper expression on your face...; was itself a punishable offense. There was even a word for it in Newspeak: facecrime..."
- George Orwell, 1984

Until tomorrow, God willing.