Why I’m Deleting Socials

The second picture? Oh man. I love that little girl. How could I not? There is a purity and preciousness that just illuminates from her. But the girl in the first picture? I don’t love her as much. I actually often judge her. She is so scattered brained, usually anxious, she can be way too loud, she has never been skinny enough, & honestly the list of her faults is long. Like really long… 

Why do I do this? Why do WE do this? Why is the same little girl that’s so precious to me, all of a sudden not good enough? The answer at its root, & the answer itself, are one and the same: “simplicity”. 

See- when I was a little girl, knowing that Jesus loved me & that He said I was beautiful was enough for me. But years later, & it’s not so simple anymore. Now it’s complicated. Because in the last 22 years I’ve been hurt. I’ve been lied too. Instagram says I’m only worth something if I have a blue check. TikTok told me that my life isn’t romanticized enough. Netflix promised me that if I only looked looked like her then I would be happy… So It’s just not so simple- something that started so innocent. So pure and precious- now has a serious problem. I don’t know Who I am & it’s hard to remember what God says about me. 


Can you relate? 


I, WE- need to go back to the garden. Back to the original design. Back to the innocence of a child. Back to simplicity. 

When we remove all of the piled up thoughts and feelings and opinions- what remains is this:

At the forming of your being, God demanded that you are Fearfully & wonderfully made. That didn’t change because of the opinions & actions of others. That doesn’t even change because of your own faults & mistakes. That demand doesn’t even waiver because of physical or mental changes to your being.

The work that He did in creating you- is wonderful. Unique. Beautiful. Precious. & secure.


I’ve forgotten that recently. It’s hard to remember living in todays world. I’ve let the worlds whispers and enemy’s deception become enthroned in my heart. So I’m deleting social media. At least until the new year. Maybe forever? I don’t know. But what I do know is that I don’t want to waste one moment of my life giving doorways for the enemy to walk through. 

I want to love that little girl again. I want Jesus to be enthroned on my heart. I want that more than anything. 


I don’t post this for approval or praise- frankly the only reason I’m having to delete social media in the first place is because of the wretched woman that I am… See I usually won’t post what Gods teaching me. But I felt Him prompting me this time- honestly for this to act as a push. To action.

This world? This day and age? It’s tough. Jeez it’s tough. But we are more than conquerers IN Christ Jesus… So just do it. Do the thing that you know God wants you to do. Rid yourself of the things and start the other. Cause this time on earth is super short.


Anyways, text me! 

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