Open.

I drop fragments from my life

like the crumbs from my breakfast toast.

They are bits and pieces,

dots of moments.

Open,

...strewn,

haphazardly

for others' eyes

to pick up.

I tap a phrase,

poke out the phonics

to quote the words,

the letters that spell out my life

in that moment.

There they are,

as I see them...

entering the eyes

of somebody else

who may not see them as I have.

My day

is

now

shown

in

those

words.

I sit back.

I push a control

nuzzled under the palm of my hand.

I see other's words.

Moments from their day.

Thousands of miles away.

Tap. 

Tap.

Click.

A screen masquerade.

Friends.

Family.

College roommates.

Childhood friends.

New friends.

Fellow church people.

Acquaintances.

Strangers.

Reaching across the miles.

God.

He sees.

He sees the intricate web that ties all those status updates together:

Life.

He knows the face behind the words;

the feelings that wrap the phrases;

the life lived out.

He sees us as we truly are:

Open.

The gift He has bestowed.

Behind every key pushed,

every letter typed,

every thought and moment relayed...

a breath.

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Lifebook.

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