a letter to myself:
about social media.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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