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I popped open my Instagram a few weeks ago and had a message from someone I knew in Australia. I hadn’t really spoken to them much since being back in the States. They made a comment on one of my stories. Something to the effect of “you look like you are loving life back in the states”. It made me smirk to myself because I was reminded of this post that I have been meaning to write for almost a year now – Instagram is a Liar and So am I.
My Instagram is filled with pictures of me smiling with Pastor Steven, stories of office craziness and snapshots of my new city, church and ‘crew’. But if you read my last post, you would know that I have not spent every moment in my new city smiling.
What my Instagram didn’t show people was the Saturdays I spent alone because I was in a new city. And unfortunately, new cities and new friends do not come as a package deal (I asked). It didn’t give you a glimpse into my inner struggle of “did I make the right decision about moving, jobs, and life in general”. It also didn’t show the amount of sweat that leaks from my pores in this North Carolina heat and humidity (y’all this summer in the south stuff is No. Joke.).
With all that said, I am the happiest and most content I have been in a long time. I am so grateful for the life I live and the work I get to do. Genuinely. The incredible privilege of getting paid to build the Church is not lost on me. But life is life and building the Church is hard work.
I say all of that to say this…Instagram isn’t the reality we treat it to be. Sure, somewhere in the back of our mind we know that it is the highlight reel, Kodak moments, and the mountaintop experiences of people’s lives. But, I think as we mindlessly scroll we forget that and start judging our current reality with their edited one. We forget that they don’t hang out on the beautiful beaches every day and they actually took 75 selfies before they got the one that makes them look like a Jennifer Lawrence look alike. And just outside the screenshot of their cute four-year-old wearing mommies heels is the screaming 2-year-old who is mad that those same shoes aren’t on her tootsies.
Every time we open up social media a warning should pop up that says:
“WARNING! Guard your heart and mind. These pictures have been edited, cropped, and filtered to bring you the pinicle of people’s not so everyday moments. Your confidence could be shaken should you choose to compare your current reality to these images”
Here is what my post sometimes don’t tell you:
“This picture makes this day look way more exciting than it was in reality.”
“Five minutes before this was taken we were arguing and very annoyed with each other.”
“This city may be beautiful, but I am actually walking its sidewalks alone.”
“I am standing in the back of this group shot because I was feeling self-conscious about my body that day.”
So consider this me righting my wrong. My Instagram is a liar. While life is certainly beautiful….it is certainly more mundane than Insta worthy. And that’s okay because life is lived in the mundane and faith is built in the ordinary.