A friend of mine is getting a divorce.  I’m surprised and upset about it. Does it matter that I’ve never met this friend?  Or that she has no idea who I am?  I’ve followed her blog for years, and I care about her.  So when I read this, my stomach dropped. It’s a well-written post, which isn’t surprising because she’s a good writer.  It’s insightful and poignant, and it speaks of the little things that add up over time and can lead to divorce.

Somehow through her words and her photos, I became invested.  I’ve been praying for her for a long time,  and I’ve wondered what God will do in her life.  I have relayed stories to K often about what’s happening with “my friend Chris that I don’t really know” so many times that he knows who I’m referring to.  Too many times to count I’ve laughed at something funny that she’s written.   Her photography is beautiful and so are her kids, 6 boys and a girl.

I care about them as if I really know them.  I feel a little silly about it, but there it is.  Isn’t it strange that a blog can do that?