A few months ago, I noticed something happening. I would wake up, get a cup of coffee, log into facebook, and stare at all the things going on in people's lives. Good things. Shiny lives. Every now and again a prayer request of some kind as an indication that something was amiss, but by and large just posts of how well things were going in other's lives.
So I started posting a lot of Spurgeon, Scottie Smith, other pastors that were slowly ministering to my heart. Hoping it would stem the tide of Shiny, and get to Real.
But it remained that I would log off of FB and get ready for the day feeling outcast, covetous and angry with God.
I tried managing my Newsfeed so that only certain people would pop up, but Facebook is tenacious that way. Take people out that are semi-close friends of yours, and the really random people start showing up. Oh, and they have lots of perfect lives, too.
So I quietly quit Facebook.
I didn't make a splash, didn't announce it ("I'm fasting from FB, message me" kind of a thing.) Just...stopped logging in.
Knowing that I had made a habit of checking FB, I revamped my Google Reader, which I truly can manage with interesting articles and those blogs that are so very encouraging to me. Many of them - frankly - have to do with grief, and how God redeems lives, and gives joy in spite of the shadows and valleys. People share more of their lives - the good and the hard - when they have multiple paragraphs to do so.
I'm happier. Well, more content. I pay more attention to the voice of the Lord. I read my devotions in the morning, instead of FB.
I do check a few FB pages about once a week - those of friends I actually talk to regularly, just to be sure that I'm keeping up. Some of the college students we work with, my husband's page. I have notifications set up if people message me.
I just stopped looking at the Feed. Feeding me shiny, happy lies of unbroken lives.