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Reconnected: and it feels so good! What's Real and What Isn't


The internet company came to my house yesterday and hooked us up!  To internet connection that is.  Simple.  One minute we were without internet and the next, we are all set.  The outside world flooding through one single fiber optic line.  

My husband is happy.  My boys are happy.  I am happy for the convenience of school and work. 

I also have a feeling of a somber warning.

We watch other people's lives on TV and fall in love with our shows that draw us in with increasing curiosity and decreased thought.

We read others' research and work on the internet and then surf our favorite sites.

Don't get me wrong.  Internet is an amazing tool that has allowed me to reconnect with friends and meet new friends.  To develop coaches and mentors and to be connected to big movements.  I am inspired and feel connected by those people who share this community and others.

However, the internet makes it easy to slide into cruise control and allow procedural memory to take over our lives if we are not very very careful.

Intentional, creative, reflective and authentic thought simply seeps through the peripheral.   

It isn't just the internet or tv or the phone that temps us to disconnect!  Procedural memory and cruise control keeps all of our relationships skimming along the surface.  It is so easy for us-me-to simply let life be a habit and mundane.  That keeps it all simple and the same.

Either way, it is not good enough.   Internet, TV, phones etc. or  the simple taking for granted and unconscious thought...we are in a dangerous position of losing what is real and objective. 

Trading life in for a pre-made model.  An empty shell.  A shadow.

It is time to get real.  In every relationship we have.  The ones we have in person and the ones across a fiber optic cable.  Especially the one we have with God.

Sobering thoughts.



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