Spent Friday and Saturday wallowing in the fact I’m a big loser. Because Facebook. And Instagram. And possibly Twitter.
Everyone does everything better than I do. Everyone is more fit and more fun and more fabulous. Their children are smarter, cuter, and more talented. Their husbands are more loving, more generous, and more connected to them and their family. They have abilities that overshadow even my biggest achievements. And so many friends…
And they do all this with perfect hair and the perfect smile.
And the perfect filter.
And it’s really all very insignificant anyway and why does it have this power to make me feel less than?
My friend would say it’s pride. And insecurity. Rooted in pride. And by all that’s good and right stop following those people.
And she’s right.
And the sad thing is I don’t even follow them. I seek them out when I’m due for a good dose of self pity.
Oh that it were like snapping the fingers and declaring that the Holy Spirit is more powerful so begone feelings of insecurity. But it’s more like wallow rise sink cry trust gain sink fall climb.
It’s messy. And complicated. And it’s in the life of it that the relationship becomes real. Because a quick fix would be a genie, not a God.
So I have to decide. Do I want a genie, or do I want a messy, imperfect relationship with a powerful, unpredictable, untamable, fierce, good, holy sovereign King?
Which seems like a pretty easy choice when I put it that way.
But I’ll choose the relationship anyway.