Isn’t it wild to look back on our lives and see the hand of God? He really does write the best stories.
I realized that what I wrote last week could have come across a little holier-than-thou — unfortunately, I’m great at doing that.
When I was a freshman in college I kept notes of people’s Instagram names on my phone so I could look them up and try to be like them.
Instagram makes it easy to spend time scrolling through curated accounts, and I remember finding the accounts of these perfect girls, Christian and in a sorority at a school like Arkansas or Ole Miss and probably Young Life leaders, and I had this visceral desire to be them.
The parts of our lives we choose to share can be so aspirational, meant to create desire or longing in other people for a life as exciting and busy and never-boring as ours. Or what we share can just regular snippets of a life lived, stumbled through, and appreciated – but because of my strong, strong desire to be somewhere other than my own life, what was shared left me feeling empty nonetheless. Continue reading “a follow up :)”