Every time I post two (or, heavens to bets, three or four) photos close together. Every time I write something that isn't exactly inspiring or beautiful, which is most often. Every time my picture isn't styled pretty. Every time I write about Jesus: I lose followers.
Click. Click. Click.
Unfollow. Unfollow. Unfollow.
And I get it. It doesn't get me. People want to see and hear and read certain things when it comes to their thumb scrolling.
And that's okay.
I have come full circle with this whole social media thing. I am thankful for the way the Lord grabbed ahold of my heart in this area when He did, years ago, and I have never looked back.
My girl, Francesca Battiselli, sings it best in one of my favorite songs that I belt out to my kids almost every morning while cooking them eggs. It never fails to make me tear up when I hear them singing it too.
I don't need my name in lights. I'm famous in my Father's eyes. Make no mistake, He knows my name. I'm not living for applause, I'm already so adored. It's all His stage, He knows my name.
I felt like this about blogging, before it sort of morphed into what it is today. I wrote about it a little bit here, and with ever changing hearts and technology, instagram is where it's at now. We all can see it. Paid posts, professional instagram photographers, beautiful little squares flashing on our phones and in our minds.
If you're feeling less than enough, not known, that you're not filtering the way you should be, and so on and so forth...
Here's what I want you to do:
Shake it off.
No really, shake it off, like Taylor would.
Take a deep breath, take your bra off (not on instagram though), and feel at home.
Let go of these unwritten rules that are in your head.
Who made those rules anyway and why is overgramming a word?
As with any social media: your worth is not, nor will it ever be, in a number. Your worth is not in how fast you can grow your following. For some reason, maybe because instagram is all the rage, this can seep into our souls and tell us differently.
There is nothing wrong with having a feed with only aesthetically beautiful photos and quotes. There is nothing wrong with promoting your business. There is nothing wrong with sponsored posts.
There is also nothing wrong with doing whatever the H you want and not what the instagram society of America is telling you to do. Growing your influence and posting minimalistic photos with faded filters isn't for the masses.
Let me tell you something today, sisters: Post when you want to post. Post all your slightly creepy cat photos (I'll close my eyes). Post blurry pictures. Post seventeen pictures of your kid's first loose tooth. Your friends will do a half eye roll, laugh, and love you still.
Post photos when you're sad if you need to. Talk about what you want to talk about. People will unfollow you, and people will follow you, and if you listen hard enough you will hear Elsa serenading you in the background. Can you hear it? Let it go, let it go... that perfect girl is gone...
Love to love you, instagrammers. Do your thang.
Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. Matthew 6:19-20