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Sunday, July 24, 2011

Tribute to the 10,000th Tweet

In celebration of my 10,000 tweet on twitter.

My thanks to @thescottbishop for turning me on to the ferris wheel of musings and news.

While my initial intentions of buying my Twitter ticket were purely selfish, to publish my own musings.  I have come to learn the interesting and unique value this world has brought to me. 

Here are my top 6   

1. Search and Rescue - I love being able to search for those with similar interest. I'm on lists about running, health, motivation, and ADHD.  All passions of mine. I've never been able to walk down the street and knock on the neighbor's doors that share these interests.  On twitter I can.

2. Diverse and sometimes perverse - While I love the connection with those having shared interest, I'm also drawn to those that see the world so differently, I sometimes wonder if some weren't hatched from their twitter egg.

3. Party without bathroom duty - twitter is often a great wine party without needing to clean the bathroom - even better than a real party, I can weave in and out at my leisure. No one ever asks where I'm going or when I'll be back.

4. First on the scene - twitter has brought me news quicker than CNN, Facebook, or a call from mother - With twitter, I am first on the scene - Michael Jackson, Bin Laden, Amy Winehouse, hurricanes, fires, floods .......

5. Award Show Companion - I am the ONLY person in my house that loves a good award show - the dish on twitter while watching is like a flash mob, each comment building on the one before like a well choreographed musical

6. Of course the publishing - to know that someone I am not related to or didn't go to high school with, read what I wrote and liked it enough to comment and hit me with a RT - that is priceless.

So in celebration of my 10,000 Tweet, thank you twitter, thank you to each and every follower, RT'er, blog reader and #FF'er - looking forward to the next 10,000 tweets and followers!

If you're new to twitter, you'll find me hanging around @rebeccahession 

The Love Tank

I have a tank I fill up every night with love. I fill it with prayer. Fill it to the brim so it will last through the day.

I awake each day and give the love out freely.

Sometimes we join to combine our love tanks. We trust and we extend and together create more love than our tanks can hold.

Sometimes people have built walls around their love tanks. Walls built with frustration, anger, hurt, shame, and longing.  Too many have stolen from their tanks and they're compelled to protect what's left. Each bit of anger puts another brick in the wall, then hurt puts mortar between the bricks, then shame paints it black.

We try to share our love tanks but arrows get shot up over their wall and sometimes they penetrate our tank leaving us with a pool of love at our feet that tastes like tears.

We mop the floor with hope and prayers and fill our tank back up.

Then the arrows of their hurt start to callous our tank with bits of built up fear. We continue to mop with prayers and hope but there's less room for the love that is replaced with the callouses of fear.

Day after day we pray for the walls to come down. We try to take them down and sometimes they go up stronger and thicker and the arrows get bigger and more direct. We mop the tears with prayers and love and we look to the Sky. We wait for the Power to tear down the walls before more fear moves in.

The fear tastes bad in the love tank.  It's the bitter that takes over the sweet. Not the bitter of lemon mixed with sugar like a shakeup at the fair, but the bitter that leaves you wiping your tongue and licking the sugar bowl trying to wipe it away. The kind that taints the sugar just a little bit more each time.  Like the bitter medicine that tastes worse the 3rd and 4th time because you know it's coming and you know a spoonful of sugar won't make this medicine go down.

Again patching the hole the arrow leaves, wiping the puddle of tears with hope and love.  Waiting for the Power to bring down the wall or just move a brick or two away so some of the love gets in.  Just enough to let the Light shine through. Just enough to let them taste how sweet it can be.

Maybe tomorrow we'll wake and the stone will be moved and the Light will shine and tears will flow. Maybe they'll be full of love and joy because they've overflowed with too much love, not the little that just leaked out.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

No Disclaimers

I had a sick feeling of bitterness and frustration this morning.  I pulled out my notes from a sermon a few weeks ago and started digging into the scripture for reference looking for some comfort. 

Here's one for you.
Col 3 - Clothe yourself in compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience.
Just let that sink in for a minute. 

I couldn't find anywhere that had a list of disclaimers ....

Unless you've been cut off in traffic. 

Unless your kids are driving you crazy. 

Unless your job is hard, your spouse is a jerk, your mortgage is overdue, your laundry is piled up. 

None. Not one disclaimer.  In fact there should be a Nike swoosh under it that says very plainly, 

Just Do It.