In the month of October I will be linking up with other writers on Five Minute Friday for thirty-one days. Each day I will write about one word for five minutes. Here goes…
Growing up in a clannish family meant sticking together with few friends outside of cousins, and siblings. My few friends at school were… at school. Rarely did we invite other teens to our house.
As a teenager, I was gently encouraged to share at church.
Pray out loud, in front of others?
The thought was foreign to me. I thought prayers were between me and God.
First I wondered how I could trust these new people who seemed friendly and willing to take me under their wing. Certainly they seemed genuine enough. Still I used caution, and hid deep feelings.
Our social media gives us license to express feelings multiplied by millions of people. There is no bullying allowed, no threats, but we begin see how sharing too much gets us into trouble. There are those who like to criticize others on a regular basis, and those who encourage every day. Sharing becomes an overload of ideas, whether good or bad and leaves our minds racing in circles.
How much sharing is too much? When do we go overboard and stomp on another person’s privacy?
Let us hear discouragements of others and pray instead of giving advice.
Let us listen long and speak little.