I know what you’re thinking.. “She doesn’t look 408 months old!”
Ok. Or maybe you’re thinking “Erin. Why are you sitting in a basket.”
Here’s the deal. Every single day the Internet provides us “10 things to make us something” for us to read, memes to engage in, and pictures to like.. To like.. To like. The social media world plays with us and I wanted to play back with this particular meme.
But – true to form – this of course points to something bigger for me…
There are pictures of vacations we want to go on, babies we want to hold, houses we want to have, meals we want to eat… There are things we admire and wish we could do. (For example, sitting in a basket with your age in months on your chest..)
It’s really easy to look at life on Facebook or to share life on Facebook and yet forget to live.
This week, I fell in love with Psalm 105:4.
It goes like this:
“Look to the Lord and his strength; seek his face always.”
As I round this corner and start my 34th year, I find this verse so so so pressingly affirmative. It’s not “Look for the Lord”. It’s “Look to”. Omnipresence. Always there. God is sure as shoot everywhere you are…
Even on Facebook.
I write this because I think we all need God’s strength. And not just for the biggies in life but for the everything.
If it isn’t strength to allow God in your here and now; accepting impermanence and moving forward then it’s strength to allow God to plant seeds of compassion so you can be aware of those who have lost.
If it’s not strength to take care of your body through higher self control, it’s strength to be modest even when you can easily grab attention.
If it’s not strength to edit yourself and be mindful of others, it’s strength to let go of things and not take them personally.
There is strength in not taking yourself seriously.
Kindness and patience take strength.
I once wrote a post where I described how I tied fruits of the spirit to other life attributes. I noted what I think is a strong correlation between strength and kindness. I was asked by a friend who read the blog, “How did you connect strength to kindness?”
My answer is that I think they balance eachother. When you are called to submit to kindness, there is typically an equal call to let go of something – think of people who have been kind to you: they let go of their time, money, energy and gave to you instead.
True kindness means letting go.
Facebook, guys… Facebook is funny. It is so easily mindless but what if we saw our feeds as opportunities to tap into the strength of God?
To love even when we feel longing.
To edit even when we feel proud.
To keep sacred even what we want to share most.
To speak confidently even though it might not be understood.
To be funny even if somebody might think you’re stupid.
I don’t know.. Maybe I’m ridiculous. But I really do hear people talk about their anxiety, caution, lack of confidence, pain, jealousy, etc that creeps up because of social media. What if these feelings are calls to specifically find strength and be true to yourself?
To love yourself?
I woke up melancholy this morning. I was driving to work when realized I was dressed in all black. (Who wears all black on their birthday?! I have never..)
I turned around and came home to reset. An hour later, I wrapped a conference call and then was full on sobbing for no reason. (Ya’ll know how much I looooooove blogging about crying. I’m a total crier!!)
The reason this is relevant? Because it was my moment to be kind to myself. I told my boss I needed some time. I took a personal phone call that was revitalizing. I put on blue yoga pants and a red tank top. Lit some candles. Got it going right on my birthday..
I now proceed into my day aware of how God’s strength swept me up. It’s not dramatic people! This is daily life. There wasn’t anything about this experience for me that has me worried or concerned or longing or calling my therapist! There was nothing to understand, only something to feel. And that was to be present and honest.
Present and honest.
Kind of like labor and delivery now that I think about it.
So there you go. And before I sign off…
Thank you, really, to everybody who supports this blog and who connects with me on my writing. When I was 3 (sorry I mean 36 months) I said wanted to be an apple tree when I grew up and, you know, I kind of feel like I am. :) XO