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		<title>Twitterholic</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Feb 2011 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Caution Twitter can be addictive!! Initially insidious. Seems people initially don&#8217;t see the need for a micro blog community. In fact describing twitter to folks in itself isn&#8217;t easy to do. And in the explanation the most you might get is a slight interest in the concept (if they indeed understand), but no genuine desire [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Caution Twitter can be addictive!!</p>
<div id="attachment_362" class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 310px"><a rel="attachment wp-att-362" href="http://switchinggranny.com/twitterholic/screen-shot-2011-02-18-at-10-28-21-pm"><img class="size-medium wp-image-362" title="Screenshot " src="http://switchinggranny.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/Screen-shot-2011-02-18-at-10.28.21-PM-300x272.png" alt="" width="300" height="272" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Yes twitter will draw you in</p></div>
<p>Initially insidious. Seems people initially don&#8217;t see the need for a micro blog community. In fact describing twitter to folks in itself isn&#8217;t easy to do.  And in the explanation the most you might get is a slight interest in the concept (if they indeed  understand), but no genuine desire to join on.</p>
<p>Occasionally one will decide to join. This initial step generally begins with a little post regarding what they are doing.</p>
<p>Then.. time passes&#8230; often months. But something draws them back to twitter. A friend makes mention that they twitter, so you follow them.</p>
<div id="attachment_364" class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 310px"><a rel="attachment wp-att-364" href="http://switchinggranny.com/twitterholic/screen-shot-2011-02-18-at-10-30-53-pm"><img class="size-medium wp-image-364" title="Screen shot 2011-02-18 " src="http://switchinggranny.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/Screen-shot-2011-02-18-at-10.30.53-PM-300x150.png" alt="" width="300" height="150" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">you become interested in following others</p></div>
<p>Then maybe an email shows up that someone else is following you.</p>
<p>A rather uneventful evening comes round and you decided to check into those profiles of different people who folks follow. And maybe you begin to search for locations or particular topics. You click to follow those people who interest you.</p>
<p>Soon enough you have developed a little community of people who interest you. You find that @replying is much like IMing between folks on the  whole of twitterland. And that sending and recieving Direct messages is indeed IMing. You will soon be clicking on all sorts of links that people post whom you follow. In turn finding more &amp; more folks of interest to follow.</p>
<p>And you will look for links that may be of interest to those who follow you.</p>
<p>A desire to go deeper gradually overtakes you. You begin sharing more and more of the interesting things in your life. And some of the not so interesting things.</p>
<p>You are already to post links to news sites even before finishing reading the news yourself.</p>
<p>Twitter becomes your main source for news, and for friendship, and becomes your home page!</p>
<p>And eventually you find yourself having to check twitter first thing when you rise up in the morning, and last thing before you go to sleep. My tweet-heart (fellow I met tweeting who has become a dear friend) <a href="http://nibbypriest.com/" target="_blank">@NibbyP</a> has even bought me a tweetie bird night light</p>
<div id="attachment_366" class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 347px"><a rel="attachment wp-att-366" href="http://switchinggranny.com/twitterholic/tweetievalentinepm"><img class="size-large wp-image-366" title="TweetieValentinePM" src="http://switchinggranny.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/TweetieValentinePM-337x405.png" alt="a beautiful blue glass bird night light" width="337" height="405" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Tweetie bird Night Light from my TweetHeart @NibbyP</p></div>
<p>Then the worst happens.. You wake up in the middle of the  night and check twitter so that you can return to sleep and</p>
<p>be convinced that you are up on the most recent posts.</p>
<p>OH MY&#8230; OH MY.. Twitterholic Syndrome!</p>
<p>The whole of life becomes a tweet. You take pictures of your dinner and post them. You loose track of the real world around you. You begin tweeting not about what you are doing; because posting and following tweets is indeed what you are doing.</p>
<p>Things spiral as you add every available application to use twitter on your desktop, your cell phone, even your camera.</p>
<p>Then you are doomed- a warning that you are exceeding the twitter API limits!</p>
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		<title>Suffering alone (Not)</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Mar 2010 20:46:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>SwitchingGranny</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[There is loneliness to suffering. No one can come with you Although others may sense your pain ~ they cannot feel it. Nor should they. Shedding of tears is indeed a spiritual experience. For only my God knows and holds my every drop. My heart can only empty upon Him who is my portion. Loneliness [...]]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333399;"> There is loneliness to suffering. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333399;">No one can come with you<br />
Although others may sense your pain ~ they cannot feel it.   Nor should they.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333399;">Shedding of tears is indeed a spiritual experience.  For only my God knows and holds my every drop.<br />
My heart can only empty upon Him who is my portion. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333399;"> <strong>Loneliness is selfish indulgence.</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333399;">God has not called us to dwell on ourselves, but to esteem others more highly than ourselves ~ Yet it is alone we are birthed, and it is alone we suffer, and alone we die.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333399;"> Thy Word assures me that the creator of heaven and earth, has known me from before my beginning, before I was formed in my Mother&#8217;s womb He knew my name.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333399;"> He knows my comings and my goings.  He is aware of my most inward parts.  His mercies are new every morning.   I cry out!!  He alone hears!</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333399;"> <strong>My help comes from the hills.</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #333399;">My hope is in the Ancient of days both now and forever!&#8221; </span></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333399;"> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></p>
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		<title>This is love</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2009 01:37:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>SwitchingGranny</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Having married the love of my life at the age of 15, you can imagine how important this person is to me. I honestly can not imagine living without him. We&#8217;ve had our ups and downs as any marriage that has lasted 38 years has. During the past few years my love for how very [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xie1yr3i92o/SZxw3DHfKiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/06a3cBBIpJo/s1600-h/ThisisLove.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304238552167426594" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: hand; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xie1yr3i92o/SZxw3DHfKiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/06a3cBBIpJo/s400/ThisisLove.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></p>
<p>Having married the love of my life at the age of 15, you can imagine how important this person is to me.  I honestly can not imagine living without him. We&#8217;ve had our ups and downs as any marriage that has lasted 38 years has.  During the past few years my love for how very dear and precious my husband is has increased.  Yes love has grown and matured.  And today a profound revelation.</p>
<p>I was attending the funeral of an 89 year old woman from our church today.  Because she had lived with her daughter during the final years of her life I was considering grief and my own recent loss of my Mother.</p>
<p>For some reason my thoughts wandered to the cry I&#8217;ve always had before the Lord regarding my husband.  It was: &#8220;Lord please please please don&#8217;t take my husband away from me- don&#8217;t let him die while I am still alive for I could not survive alone, I could not endure the grief!&#8221;</p>
<p>But today as I pondered my hearts cry a new deeper thought approached.  And it was this:</p>
<p>Love.. deep enduring love.. places the heart to always wish the best for the one who is loved.  And I cannot selfishly continue to ask God to protect me from the pain of loosing my best friend.  No.. my prayer has changed because of love.</p>
<p>Now my prayer is:  &#8220;Lord .. I ask You in Your mercy to take this man home before me- I don&#8217;t want him to suffer the loss or the pain of grief and life apart.  I know that with Your grace I&#8217;ll survive.  Please spare him the heartache of this loss.  Take him first Lord&#8221;</p>
<p>Wow.. This is love and I&#8217;ve just come to realize it.</p>
<p>Even so Come quickly Lord Jesus!</p>
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