Yesterday (or early this morning, if you think of 1 AM that way) I posted about how my stir-crazy, angsty journey in motherhood led to an abrupt, if brief departure from my home and away from my kids.
It was a dark night.
And you, my friends, are the fireflies. Facebook friendships cross such spans of years in our lives. People who have known me since I was five are now sharing about their kids in high school or college. Facebook friends cross such distances. Mine are across the country and world. Facebook friends are little glimpses of each others' lives, flickering in and out of each others worlds. We often share the best, occasionally the worst, and often the normal, mundane stuff that makes up a large part of of our lives.
But when I post about something close to my heart, and a bunch of people chime in that they have been there, (or are there), when they remind me of what is good about the season I am in, encourage me (and anyone else reading their comments), share themselves with a "like", a comment, a nod...
These people are the fireflies that light up my darker hours
And I find my way home.
My friend said the profoundest thing to me today about facebook:
It is like fire.
You can warm yourself by it's glow
And it can burn your house down.
It's all in how it's used.
So dear facebook friends,
You are the fireflies that wink in and out of my life
As I wink in and out of yours
With sparks of truth and encouragement and hope
And I'm as dazzled by your generosity now, as I was by real fireflies as a child.
Small connections made wondrous
Best seen by fading light of dusk, or maybe in the dark hour before dawn
Thank you for shining in my life.