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So What Is Real?

July 28, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

Are you for real? Can online relationships be real?

Today Karin Fendick and I swap posts in the spirit of “friendship and community” as part of a High Calling Blogs community writing project called You Are Real. I don’t remember now how I “met” Karin, but I love to rest at bit a her place where she shares her heart and some beautiful photos.

So today I welcome Karin (His FireFly). I love what she says about what can happen when God is involved in online relationships.

Oh, and I’m posting today on Real Stuff, Real People over on her blog, Flickers of a Firefly. Check it out!

And click over to HCB and check out the links to some other stories.

And now . . . here’s Karin.

Road Home

So What Is Real?

I live on twenty beautiful acres of Manitoba prairie. I can walk through the grass and feel it tickling my toes. That grass is real.

I can hear how solidly the wooden door of our house shuts us safely inside against a summer storm or bitter winter wind. The house and the shelter it provides are real. The brittle cold that wind brings is very real.

My husband’s arms wrap around me, a warm and tangible love that is real indeed.

I have family and friends and fellowship with a body of believers called “church.” Relationships are sometimes deep but can often be shallow as well. We don’t always present our true selves or reach into the core of others. Yes, they are real flesh, but perhaps not quite genuine.

Words on a screen can be another way to hide. Life on the internet might be a chance to present yourself as someone you are not; after all, no one can truly see you, only the words you leave behind. There’s lots of falsehood and deception. Games are played. Lives can be shattered.

But God! When God has His hand involved, all things are possible.

God chose to use the World Wide Web to lead me on a journey of re-creation.The woman who first began pounding the keyboard was brought to a saving knowledge of Jesus via an internet contact. Jesus is very real.

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.2 Corinthians 5:17 NKJV

I was introduced to the workings and gifts of the Holy Spirit while chatting online.Yes indeed, the Holy Spirit is real, alive and active.

The Lord introduced the man who He had chosen to be my husband, you guessed it, through the internet. Our love, our life and our marriage are solid, real and rooted in Him.

As writers, we can use words to describe, create, build up, connect, encourage and support. People in cyber space may not be able to give me a pat on the back with their hand in a way I can feel with my physical body, but they have touched my heart and spirit in ways often more profound.

And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds. Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching. Hebrews 10:24-25 NIV

By participating in the High Calling Blogs Network, I am beginning to build relationships with others writing for God’s glory. What we share with our words is accomplishing much in the building of His Kingdom. While I may never meet my friend Sandra Heska King face to face (though wouldn’t it be an awesome time, Sandy?) we can connect spirit to spirit with God at the centre of our fellowship. I would call that as real as the mosquitoes buzzing around my hands as I type. As real as the sun warming the grass that needs mowing. As real as the One Who holds us all in His hand.

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Karin (HisFireFly) is a sold out disciple of Jesus Christ learning more each day what it means to abide in Him. She desires to walk in radical obedience to His voice and prays that her life brings glory to The Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit.

Karin and her beloved husband live in rural Manitoba with their dog Faith and various barn cats on 20 beautiful acres the Lord has provided for them.

Stop by for a visit at Flickers of a Faithful FireFly, Karin’s personal blog about Jesus, love, prayer, and life in rural Canada

Copyright © 2010 by Karin Fendick

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  1. Sandra Heska King says

    July 28, 2010 at 3:05 pm

    Thanks so much for the swap invite, Karin. I love your story!

  2. HisFireFly says

    July 28, 2010 at 3:13 pm

    You're more than welcome.. I'm delighted to share your words on my blog today.

    When God connects hearts and spirits something wonderful happens!

  3. n. davis rosback says

    July 28, 2010 at 4:25 pm

    delighted to be getting to know you… online.

  4. n. davis rosback says

    July 28, 2010 at 4:26 pm

    both of you… that is.

  5. L.L. Barkat says

    July 28, 2010 at 6:51 pm

    Karin, I enjoyed these little stories. And the picture. Well, you had me from the picture. I just love a peaceful place like that. 🙂

  6. S. Etole says

    July 28, 2010 at 9:04 pm

    headed that way … you both are very real to me

  7. Cassandra Frear says

    July 28, 2010 at 9:49 pm

    Deeply encouraging to me as a writer. I can really make a difference!

  8. HisFireFly says

    July 28, 2010 at 10:52 pm

    Nancy – I'm looking forward to learning more about who you are too!

    Laura – Come on up and enjoy it "for real" it's a gift from God.

    Susan – Being "real" is what I'm all about.. thanks for noticing.

    Cassandra – Oh we make a difference indeed!

  9. Duane Scott says

    July 29, 2010 at 2:46 am

    I'm so glad I'm one of those relationships. 🙂 You're the best Karin! Both of you actually.

  10. Sandra Heska King says

    July 29, 2010 at 8:43 am

    @Nancy: Double delighted.

    @L.L.: Looks like a great place for a retreat.

    @Susan: I love how real real is.

    @Cassandra: You do!

    @Duane: No, you're the best.

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