Fifteen Years. Gone in a Click.
Well, friends, it finally happened. Facebook — in all its mysterious wisdom — has suspended my personal account. No warning. No explanation. No appeal. Just a friendly little message saying my account “violated community standards.” Which is a real kicker, considering my most controversial post last week was about reading food labels.
Fifteen years, BUT FACEBOOK DOESN”T CARE
Fifteen years of family photos, birthday videos, messages from loved ones, and ministry posts — all wiped away in an instant. Like I never existed. No “Are you sure you want to do this?” No option to appeal. No little “Oops, our bad!” Just digital dust.
And the cherry on top? A cloned version of me is still floating around out there. Active. Fake. Possibly sliding into DMs pretending to be me. If that doesn’t take the cake, I don’t know what does.
Now, let’s be clear
I’m not lost. I’m not defeated. And I’m certainly not silenced.
Because my identity?
It was never wrapped up in an algorithm.
Facebook may have tossed me in the digital dungeon, but my name is still written in the Lamb’s Book of Life. So… I’m good.
But that doesn’t mean I’m not a little ticked. I mean, how many of us have built friendships, businesses, ministries, and entire communities on this platform, only to be shown the door with zero recourse? How many of us have been blessed by groups of like-minded friends in private groups? Even my own group! It is still there, but ALL my contributions are GONE.
So here I am, starting fresh. New account, new profile pic, same heart.
If you see a friend request from me, it’s probably real. If you see one that seems a little shady or overly flirtatious — report it. I promise I’m not suddenly offering crypto advice or miracle wrinkle cream.
If you want to stay in touch without the mystery, text me like it’s 2005: 304-601-4892.
Facebook may have pressed delete, but I’m still here — patching, painting, praying, and praising.
Thanks for sticking with me.
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