Call me a twit, but I don’t get the Twitter craze.
At some point I will no doubt get sucked into this latest cyberspace phenomenon, but at the moment, this bird is singing her own tune.
Here’s my problem … My morning of twittering would go something like this:
6:00 a.m. Alarm goes off. Groaning … scolding myself for not going to bed earlier.
6:15 Showering and dressing. Not finding anything to wear. (Daughter probably stole all the good stuff (see earlier post).
6:45 Waking up son
6:50 Waking up son again
7:00 Ripping blanket off son (in love, of course)
7:05 Spraying son with water spray bottle (it’s all about the love)
7:06 Waking up daughter
7:15 Listening to husband complaining about how wife and daughter have used up all the hot water
7:17 Making breakfast
7:30 Telling son in a firm voice (I am not yelling, Micah!) that we have to leave
7:42 Pulling out of driveway, ranting about how only supernatural intervention will enable us to be on time.
Riveting, isn’t it? Now you can just repeat that with slight variations for the next 365 days. Do you see my point here?
My kids’ lives, on the other hand, are becoming more and more interesting. The older they get, the more control they have over their own choices and the more potential for problems and danger. The pull of peers begins to trump the pleas of parents.
It can feel downright disturbing.
I want to know their thoughts and status, but they’re reluctant to Twitter also. Messages like these could be quite useful…
9:03 Thinking about cheating on a test
1:13 Hanging out with a kid you wouldn’t approve of
2:17 Making trouble at school
Tweenage children rarely volunteer this kind of insightful information. Sigh.
By far, the most useful Twittering, though, comes from the One who knows them best.
When I give up my need to control and ask Him to expose their covert activities and help me sense when they’re going off track, I get exactly the information I need.
And I’m able to intercept a number of questionable “movements.”
The One who made them knows exactly what they need. If only I trust Him enough to “Follow.”