Tweet Envy?

Hello, Internet. My name is Felicity White and I have Tweet Envy.


Surprisingly enough, my Facebook world and my Twitter world have only a few overlapping contacts. Recently I noticed that after reading updated tweets I felt a little blue – that kind of blue that has no real point of origin but manifests as a general lack of serotonin. Sort of a PMS-blue or a forgot-to-eat-lunch-blue.  However, reading Facebook status updates rarely made me feel that way; in fact, quite the opposite.

After analyzing the contacts on each list, I recognized the problem. My Facebook contacts are, in general, my friends and family. Real people that I actually know and live life with on at least a semi-regular basis. If I’m not related to them or live near them, I probably have been in some kind of everyday life kind of relationship with them at some point in my history (school, church, work, etc.).

Twitter relationships are different for me. While I follow several family members and friends, I also follow a lot of people that I would otherwise never know. And, for awhile, this was one of the great joys of Twitter: new people, new experiences, a taste of different lifestyles. But that’s when it started getting hairy for me.

Via Twitter I learned that a bunch of really cool people live “on campus” in Franklin, Tennessee, a charming historic area outside of Nashville. I never knew I wanted to live in Franklin, Tennessee!

Via Twitter I learned that some people visit the beach every year. Every year, people! My son is eight and he has NEVER BEEN TO THE BEACH! I never knew I wanted to go to the beach every year!

Via Twitter I learned just how much free time celebrities actually have every day and it is A LOT!

Via Twitter I learned that EVERYONE exercises more than I do!

Via Twitter I learned that so-and-so is getting ANOTHER book deal and so-and-somebody-else is co-writing songs the church will be singing for decades. O.K. – So I’ve sort of always known I’d like to write books and songs. : ) But apparently, I’m not too happy to read about other people doing it all the time while I sit in my windowless, non-charming office in the northeast corner of land-locked Missouri. Apparently, THAT is just too much.

But, believe it or not, I don’t think I’m woman enough to just shut down my Twitter account altogether. Instead, I think a simple change of perspective is in order. After all, I may not take them to the beach, but my kids are pretty darn gorgeous and fun to be with. A water tower with a cross on top may be the closest thing I have to a city skyline, but I live with a lot of amazing people who are trying, like me, to the best of their ability to love God in this place. And I’m pretty sure what they say about the grass always being greener on the other side of the fence is true.

I am, however, considering a new approach to my tweets.

Got any suggestions for how I could use my tweets to give someone ELSE tweet envy?! : )

Another Reminder

I shared last week about how going through a crisis showed me how big the world is and how God uses us to help one another. This weekend I was reminded of another thing I learned from that crisis.

Saturday Dan headed south for an outdoor concert and the kids and I had the day to ourselves. We are the keepers of two special summer projects, one intentional and one serendipitous (I’ll share that one another day). Our intentional project is the Sunflower Fort. We cleared out a 8 x 8 foot flower bed and planted sunflower seeds along the edges. Inside we put a thick layer of mulch. We left a one foot space as a “doorway.” Even though we planted late, the plants are really starting to live up to their name, Mammoth Sunflowers!


Making the choice to hang around outside with the kids in our Sunflower Fort instead of straying inside alone to clean or study is the direct result of the kind of promises Dan and I made to ourselves in the tiny NICU room where preemie Claire fought for life. We never wanted to put ANYTHING as a priority over our family. We always wanted to remember how clear our priorities were sitting in that room.

Sure, I’d love a cleaner house. It probably should be cleaner; I know there is a place for that. But these days, if I’m making choices, the living souls get my time. Everybody and everything else can take a number and enjoy the hold music! : )

To the Fort, I say to you!

For the Love of a Rock Tumbler

I’ve been thinking that I need a splashy new masthead here. I’m picturing something a little retro (aqua blue is in my head) with sparkle symbols around the words: RARE ROCKS – Felicity’s Blog for Intentional Spiritual Formation (Guaranteed Gem Quality!). Now all I need is a graphic/web designer who works pro bono for a good cause – mine! : )

As I’m dreaming up this new blog layout, I imagined two images flanking the title: on one side a rough-edged rock and on the other a shiny polished stone. In aqua? Something like the round guy in the middle of this:

polished stones

Sweet, right? I know. Don’t you want to just reach out and roll those around in your hands. So soothing and meditative. Well, after I looked at polished stones on Flikr for awhile (thanks scorpocat!), I remembered how much I used to want a rock tumbler for Christmas! I used to look at them every year in Grandma’s JCPenny Wish Book and think, that would be AWESOME!

Alas, it was never meant to be, but, clearly, something about it stuck with me. What is it about rocks!?

So, of course, I did a little research on rock tumblers last night and, oh the joy, it was everything I had hoped. Rock tumbling is just another perfect analogy for spiritual formation. You want to know what you need to turn regular rocks into polished beauties?

First you need the right kind of rock, good material. Then you need grit. That’s right, grit. Add water and tumble all of that together for awhile. Like, a long time, weeks even. Imagine this is you and the grit of everyday life rolling around in the water of God’s Word:

Not the most comfortable sight or sound, huh? Seems about right for spiritual formation – it seems to take forever and it isn’t glamorous at all. Watching that video, it looks a little boring even.

After the rough grit round you’ll have another round with a finer grit. Again – weeks. After each round the stones have to be washed thoroughly to remove any leftover grit. In the final polishing round even a small spec of grit could end up leaving all kinds of scratches on your stones.

So rock tumbling is NOT for the faint of heart, or the impatient, which probably explains why I never got one! But, for the brave soul willing to move through each step with vigilance and care, rock tumbling produces some beautiful RARE ROCKS!

from The Message:


Luke 12: 25-28“Has anyone by fussing before the mirror ever gotten taller by so much as an inch? If fussing can’t even do that, why fuss at all? Walk into the fields and look at the wildflowers. They don’t fuss with their appearance—but have you ever seen color and design quite like it? The ten best-dressed men and women in the country look shabby alongside them. If God gives such attention to the wildflowers, most of them never even seen, don’t you think he’ll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you?

So Many People

You should know that Michael Hyatt, CEO of Thomas Nelson Publishers, is following me on Twitter. Me and 33, 203 other people! Still, I enjoy reading his blog and this week he posted some great perspective. In the middle of trials, instead of asking why, he as learned to ask What does this make possible? I love that. (Just so you also know that he appears to be rather normal in other respects, he notes in the comments that this question can be asked too soon to someone actually in a crisis – just keep that little tidbit of advice in mind.)

Being on the other side of a trial is a wonderful place to be – you are surrounded by perspective. When I see others just walking into a trial it is tempting for me to accost them with my hard-earned perspective, thinking maybe I could spare them some of the struggle. But that isn’t true, is it? We call them personal trials for a reason. Even though we can help each other through them with support and prayer and encouragement, the true gift of a trial is something gained as an individual.

I could share story after story of the many changes in my habits and ways of thinking during our time of crisis with Claire and her twin sister, Ellery, who died shortly after her birth. (Admittedly not all changes were good. I attribute eating for comfort to those difficult days when a trip to a restaurant was a cool oasis from the desert of our hospital surroundings. Very hard habit to break.) One thing that surprised me the most was how much bigger my world became during that season.

I had been raised in wonderful Christian home and active church. I loved it there and I grew spiritually. However, it was a small world. That can be good in some ways, but for some reason it had made me arrogant. I lived, worked, and learned with all the same people. I began to think we could do anything if we tried hard enough. But I was wrong.

When I experienced placenta abruption at just 23 weeks into my twin pregnancy six years ago, not only could no one in my church help me, no one in my TOWN could help me. I had to ride in an ambulance two hours before we reached the University hospital with staff prepared to  help. Then for 115 days I met person after person who had sacrificed years of their lives and  thousands of their dollars to acquire the skills and knowledge that were being applied toward my tiny baby girl’s healing.

We realized so many things in that hospital. Among them, we were rich in friends. Also among them, God had even prepared complete strangers to be part of our story. His world is so much bigger than ours. I would never wish for someone to go through the things we went through in those days, but I’m so thankful for the perspective. I’m thankful for a bigger world and a bigger God. Who knows, God might even be able to use Twitter!

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What Do You Think?

I’m reading the book Crazy Love by Francis Chan. Do NOT be deceived by this title; this is not fluffy Christian-positive-thinking-affirmation type stuff. Chan’s words are challenging, sometimes nearly offensive. And it really has me thinking.

As an example of the kind of challenge Francis Chan is throwing out to the Christian community, here is a question – accompanied by a video of his wife with an abandoned baby in Uganda – he posed on his own vlog:

why is my life more valuable than this baby’s? Someone asked me recently why I don’t save money for emergencies, or retirement. My answer was how can I justify saving for myself “just in case” something happens to me when something IS happening to so many already. 29,000 kids will die today of preventable causes. If I’m to love my neighbor AS myself, why spend so much time worrying about me?

What do you think?