a word of thanks

I was deeply touched by the comments I received on my last post. In a season that has felt dark and lonely, your words brought a light that reminded me why I started writing this blog in the first place, a year ago now. To reflect on this journey of parenting in an honest and real way, to think theologically about what it means to be a mother, to celebrate the glimpses of grace I notice along the way. Connecting with people who care about these things, too – whether friends I love or strangers I’ve never met – has been an added bonus, a source of happy inspiration for me.

Sometimes I get frustrated by the Internet. By the way we seem content to connect on Face.book and not face-to-face. By the isolation and the crumbling of brick-and-mortar community. By the crassness and the cruelty of anonymity.

But then days like today come along, when I’m lifted up by friends across the miles and people I don’t even know who share a word of encouragement. Moments like these make me realize that human nature doesn’t change whether we’re online or offline: while we all can be crass or cruel or judgmental, so too can we be loving and supportive and in our best moments, Christ-like. This blog has shown me both sides, and I am truly grateful for it.

So thank you to all of you who read this. And who take the time to drop a line or tell me in person that you enjoy what I write. Your support lifts me up in my vocation – however writing will continue to weave its way in – and I hope in some small way to do the same for you.

Floating in my head tonight is a much-loved quote from a much-loved book, The Brothers Karamazov, and I share it with you in thanksgiving of the best that online connectedness has to offer. (With the offer of apologies to Fyodor, who probably never dreamed his words would be set in such a context…)

And even if we are occupied with most important things, and even if we attain to honor or fall into misfortune, still let us remember how good it once was here, when we were all together, united by a good and a kind feeling which made us…perhaps better than we are.

– Dostoyevsky

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