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I hate that I'm so connected, sometimes. I don't even need to log in to my e-mail anymore; it comes on my phone. Facebook, same thing. And if you know me, you know that I'm a people person. I draw strength and inspiration from people all the time. I hate being alone. Praying and writing are part of shaking off the lonely, as it were. But because I don't want to be an attention and emotion junkie, I recognize the goodness of quiet. I finished a book yesterday, and that was good. [But it was a very emotional book.--ed.] That it was. And I had to tell somebody about it right away.

I could go on one of those sanctimonious rants about how technology is pulling us away from God and each other, but I won't. Rather, I wonder what it means, our distractions. I think we are looking for God. And one of the troublesome aspects of the similitude between the Creator of all things and the good things He created is that it's pretty easy to confuse one for the other. After all, the goodness in things derives from their participation in God. I think. Anyway, there's still a huge tendency of creation-denial in the Christian world, in my view. If we can call something "imperfect" and "fallen" and "not the Kingdom," we can look down our noses at those who maybe are a little too passionate about one thing or the other, and the beauty of that is, we don't have to think too hard. Mark this down: Just because we distinguish the natural and supernatural doesn't mean we ignore one. I digress.

But I personally need to hit the reset button. I do not ultimately live for friendship, the love of a woman, or fortune, or self-image. May it be that any or all of those things show me who God is somehow, that He may be glorified. God of grace, be near to me to order my days, so that I may enjoy You, and the things You have created.

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