From Face Book to Blogging Site

Face Book isn't a blog.  I mean, I've been using it as such but it's really where the "every day people" gather - not the mourners or those experiencing severe grief.  Face Book consists of political posts and first world problem gripes but, if you're like me, you just scroll past all that stuff until you get to a video showing puppies playing or goats jumping (goat videos are the best)!  And, I never tire of seeing my friends' vacation pictures or selfies from those I care about.  It's a quirky place, though, and everyone has an opinion about how it should be used.  Some folks never post anything because they're not "public people".  And, those same people think that pretty much everything should be kept off Face Book; those folks just wish Face Book didn't exist, I think, yet they're on it anyway judging all the "too-public" posts from those on their friends list!  Others have promoted themselves to the Face Book Police where they feel it's their job to correct everything about everyone's posts whether it's the number of times someone is posting, the general attitude of the poster, or their grammar - that's a biggie.  I've never seen the asterisk get so much attention! *you're.  *their.  *too.  Then there are those who never stop posting. Ever.

Actually, I fall into that last category.  I grew up as an only child so to have 1000 friends I can talk to at any given time?  I'm in!  But, lately I've been using Face Book as a blog.  Why?  Oh, because it has, in part, kept me alive.  I'll explain:

Writing has always been therapeutic for me.  If I'm having a bad day, I write.  If I'm having a good day, I write.  Though my sentence structure might be horrible and I love commas probably a bit too much, I still love to write.  So, when my boyfriend committed suicide on June 23, 2016, I took to Face Book immediately.  I don't do bottled up emotion very well.  The quicker I pour out my feelings, the easier I can acknowledge them, deal with them and let them dissipate.  I hear other people tell me all the time "I just go within; I'm more private".  I think the majority of people are that way.  In fact, I wish I was that way.  I've been told by a few good friends that I need to be "less public" with my life because it just gives people something to talk about.  Really?  They don't talk anyway?  Pfft!

I need to write.  I figured I'd come here, to perhaps a more conducive space to write rather than continue foaming at the mouth on Face Book.  But, I'm grateful for the friends who have read my posts, commented in support and prayed for me.  Without them, I don't think I'd be here today.

And, in my darkest hours, when I didn't have the energy to write, I prayed and it also kept me alive.   It's when we're most vulnerable that we can become prey.  I am shattered.  I am broken.  I am grief-stricken.  But, I am not prey.  

Matthew 26:41-42 ~ "Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak".  He went away a second time and prayed, “My Father, if it is not possible for this cup to be taken away unless I drink it, may your will be done.”

So, this is it. My new home where my next few posts will start from the beginning and will take my readers, of which I have none, on a journey from then until today (a month and a day later) and beyond.  I am grateful to have a place to settle down.  Home is where the blog is.