dear madyson, about social media

a letter to myself:

Dear Madyson,

about social media.

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numbers have a way of making you nauseous, a way of pulling you away from what matters, a way of controlling your joy if you let them. it’s pretty silly, but it’s true–you let a number define you. a scale or a picture or a following. you compare. you compete. you want to be better and prettier and thinner and more popular than the other girl.
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you lose your focus, you run after the world and the things of the world and you think you’ll find your validation there.

but this: whatever you let validate you will invalidate you. people’s approval is not worth the price you pay. that price is your soul–yourself. you can give all you have to be accepted in the eyes of the world but it will destroy you.

and if you wrap up your worth in double taps on an instagram picture-or comments or followers–you’re setting yourself up for some painful invalidation. if you fix your eyes on the temporary, you will be left empty. but if you focus on King Jesus and soak your life and soul in His Word, then you have meaning, then you have joy, and beautiful fulfillment.

comparing numbers will make you sick and if you don’t find your value in Jesus you won’t ever find it. you’re consumed with their opinions when you should be consumed with this:

“let your light shine before men.”

you can let a silly little app consume your lives and validate your work or you use it as a platform for King Jesus–to shine forth his light, to share his joy, to encourage souls, to capture and record the beauty of His glorious world.

or maybe to pray for a person when you see their picture. lift your desires a little higher–actually much higher–set them on Jesus.

 

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in this generation of insecurity and impossible standards and destructive comparison, bring your heart to Jesus. focus on Him. you are bombarded on every side by lies and voices that should be ignored. surrender all to King Jesus. tell him your weaknesses and hurt. he gives grace upon grace.

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listen: cling to your Savior. take your eyes off of numbers and what others are doing. fix your gaze upon what is most important.

 

live to bless, not impress. 

sincerely,

me

Round of applause, I pause to take a photo op
None of it’s real; it’s just Photoshopped
Crop out my flaws then my failures, my aches and all my ailments
Now I’m picture perfect, take all my dirt and conceal it
Really, I no better than any
But they pay me a pretty penny to sit and look pretty
Not too big, not too skinny, be whatever these fans demand of me
‘Cause otherwise they probably wouldn’t love me
The show goes on even after the curtains close
I smile and pose, put my signature on they clothes
They lift me up so high that I’m surely about to fall
The higher that I go the more unforgivin’ they are
No grace and no exceptions, all they want is perfection
The man in the mirror can’t even see his reflection
You live for their acceptance, you die from their rejection
But even if I fall, I fell in the right direction

-lecrae

 

 

one thing to remember when life hurts

this aches. was it real? my mind replays the scene. that sound over again and that scream for 911. it replays and my heart beats out of my chest again. I see the compressions in my mind and his body jolt from the shock. I see people running and sirens and first responders rushing in.

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I step back again so I’m not in the way. and then the twenty minutes of compressions. the stretcher and his body covered with tubes and masks. then 30 minutes of try-to-collect-yourself moments before the hospital pronounces him and you break down. it’s not like anything else-being that close to death, and physically only a few feet away. you just clock out and go home because you’re seventeen and what do you know about handing this kind of stuff?

you go home and cry because there is a time to mourn and this is one.

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it doesn’t seem right. he was too young. it was too fast. life is too fragile. but that’s just it: life is fragile. and we think we’re invincible and we try to always be right and always have a cure but it’s not going to happen. this world is broken, you feel it now more than ever.

you go home and you realize how frivolous so much stuff is. you realize it’s SOULS that matter-people and their stories and their hearts. and you lay down your judgmental + critical spirit at the foot of your King + ask him for a heart that truly loves. You go home and you realize that this breath might be your last-so you should make it count, live it fully, and use it to LOVE. you realize you want to live for OTHERS because that is what will complete your joy and bring Him glory. you realize you’ll never forget this-and you shouldn’t.

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because this will drive you to your King-to Rest in HIs Shadow, to sit at His feet and learn of His goodness + grace and the hope eternal we have in Him alone. when you’re a mess of emotions and its late into the night, you know one thing: keep holding on, you were made for a better place.

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19443302305_d85cbfe862_kit’s ok to be broken, it’s ok to cry, and it’s ok to hurt. because in all of our pain his glory and grace come rushing in. his mercy compels us to deeper love and His arms wrap close around us. turn your eyes upon Jesus, look full in His wonderful face-and the things of earth will grow strongly dim, in the light of His glory and grace.