Facebook has been down much of the morning. It has given me opportunity to laugh at myself a bit when I think about the nature of the little snapshots we allow others into our lives.
One one point early this morning, I might have posted something about how coffee tastes better the earlier you drink it. I would have left out the bit about the coercion necessary to get me out of bed early enough to enjoy that first cup with my husband. A couple hours later, maybe I would have painted a nostalgic picture of children curled up in front of a wood stove fire, eating autumny spice cake. Missing from that Norman Rockwell moment would have been the screams of my three year old, who was throwing a fit because I wanted her to eat at the table.
I could have posted about that moment when I had laundry going and bible stories read by nine, but would have probably left out the mess in the kitchen. I could have posted about all the things the kids learned today, but would have wisely left out the child who wandered around the house for an hour looking for a pen. I would never mention the one whose attitude reached heights only attainable by girls of a certain age and hormonal disposition. I certainly would have left out all fleeting thoughts I had of donating that child’s Christmas gifts to a worthy charity.
The truth is, at least for me, life is messy and hard. I am trying to diligently train my children, but sometimes their hearts are as wayward as mine. Some days we fight, we cry, we repent, we keep going. Some days we have warm fires and pumpkin candles and fun crafts. In the long run, it will be my faithfulness in the moments that don’t get posted on facebook that matters the most.