|hysterical graphic courtesy of the lovely Cari|
We were on our way to our friends' house the other day. Good friends. Like, husband and wife BOTH get along with BOTH husband and wife. Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. And it struck me- without this blog, we might never have met. Or rather, I don't know how we would have met. Because clearly we were always meant to be friends- we just spent 30something years on our winding paths across America, through tie-died disasters and flannel shirts and tumultuous conversion and finally finding the joy we'd been looking for all along before we got here. Got here to each other's inboxes and twitter feeds and facebook pages and living rooms.
I love blogging. I never knew I would love it and I didn't even know people could start blogs with the intention of Being Bloggers. Honestly I don't even like the word "blogging". It feels weird to say it out loud. Definitely didn't know what a "link-up" was or a "blog button" and especially I didn't know that people who started blogs could form real friendships. REAL friendships.
And then after I started this blog but I was still brand new to it, I read about people being thankful for the friendships and community and you know what? I thought they were full of crap. I really did! Oh no, I can't tell you why a person might make such an outlandish claim unless it were true. Nope. No idea what their motivation would have been. But still. I thought it was a little bit pretend.
Lo, dear readers, I was wrong! Wrong a thousand times. Do you know how hard it is to admit I was wrong?
Probably because it doesn't happen that often so I don't get much practice.
But yes, I was so horribly wrong.
Oh, the beautiful friendships I have made. Oh, the way they've lifted me up in times of sorrow and rejoiced with me in times of joy. Oh how they've helped me cultivate a deeper love for my vocation and a deeper relationship with my Church. Oh, they are real.
This blog brought us through those horrible days of unemployment, through the birth of sweet baby Mary, and gave me the courage to try homeschooling. Without it I may never have considered cloth diapering or renovating three bedrooms while I was pregnant or having a Jesse Tree in our house for the very first time. I would not know about twitter and how a bunch of people all over the country can watch the same movie at the same time and enjoy each other's company and humor and insight and support. Maybe not all of those while the movie is going on, but one thing leads to another in bloggy land, dear readers. One beautiful thing leads to another.
So there it is. This blogging thing, this social media thing, it can be so much more than just a journal or a photo album. It can be the little unassuming door that leads to a better every day. It can be your fur coat-filled wardrobe in the spare room. Walk on through. There's always room for one more.