There's so much darkness on the social media platform. There's straight up temptation, but there's just as much the subtlety of comparison and discontentment that grows in our hearts. There tends to be a lot more negativity than encouragement. Discouragement than hope. A lot more godlessness on display than there is Jesus.
It's for this reason that I've been on a break from it the past several weeks. I think it's necessary to refocus when we find the noise of this world is crowding Jesus out. To take time just to listen to the most important Voice and make sure our priorities are right. To make sure that our identity isn't being found in our following.
And though all of that is true, there's a flip side. A lot of people write off social media completely (which might be necessary for them, depending on their situation) but what if we saw it as not as much about what we were getting from it but about what we can give?
"We have an incredible opportunity
to take what can be used for evil and
use it to point back to Jesus."
More than ever now, I think our voices are important. We have an incredible opportunity to take what can be used for evil and use it to point back to Jesus. To tell the story God is writing for you, the good and the hard, the big moments and the ordinary, is for others to see your testimony unfolding. It's to be a corner of refreshment, encouragement, and light.
And in order to be that encouragement, that light, we can't be afraid to rejoice openly in the blessings. Oftentimes I only share my story in increments, vaguely, and only in the hard. Why? Because it takes more faith for me to rejoice in the blessings than it does when I can't see them.
I used social media last year to share a particularly difficult time in my life. I was vulnerable, open, and transparent. But then, out of the ashes came beauty, and I hid it away. I stopped sharing the story that God has been writing because not to share makes me feel like I'm protecting it. I'm afraid to hope, to dream, to believe the good God is doing, let alone to share it so that others can see the glory of God and His faithfulness.
". . . my story, your story, has the power
to be a light pointing back to Jesus in a
someone's life who may desperately
need hope. "
For me these past six months have been ones of great change, of great good, of new direction, and knowing Jesus better because of it. And when I think of sharing it, there's a freedom, a joy, hope, in the tender steps forward in faith to share my story, one picture and sentence at a time. In knowing that every detail, including all the joy and beauty, is written by a marvelous and sovereign God. In knowing that my story, your story, is a testimony to a watching world. In knowing that my story, your story, has the power to be a light pointing back to Jesus in someone's life who may desperately need hope.
So here, I bow, to lift You high
Jesus, be glorified
In all things, for all my life
I am Yours, forever Yours
God here, and now, be lifted high
Right here, and now, be glorified
God of heaven and earth
God who brought me back to life
I am Yours, forever Yours