Filters- September 2015
What's the first thing you do when you take a picture?
You look at it.
You inspect it.
You analyze it inch by inch
And then you begin to perfect it.
You crop it, you frame it
You adjust the brightness, the contrast
The sharpness, you name it.
You change whatever you can to make it more appealing than what it really is
Isn't that what we're doing to ourselves, and then expect to get photocreds for what is really His.
There's more filters than that of
Valencia, Sierra or Inkwell
You see filters are not always physical
Filters allow us to mask our emotions. They allow us to trick people into thinking we live well.
It's like I don't want this world to know how much pain I'm in
So I snap a selfie of that forced grin
And slap on the cute "Happy Monday" with the #blessed on the end
And I say I'm happy, I mean I think I've got everyone convinced
but the tears on my pillow do a lot less for my confidence
Confidence that I've got it all made, I've nearly tricked myself
But deep down I've got these emotions being kept hidden from everyone else
So each and every day I pick out a new filter
And as I go on about my way I don't let my "light" even flicker
I try to be that girl that everyone loves. The one who when you look at her you say
"Wow. I just, It'd be cool to be her friend."
But why would anyone think that, it's just me.
I'm nothing special. I'm weird and awkward and especially
especially good at pretending. Pretending that I've figured my life out
I'm ashamed to say I even use Jesus as a cop- out
I say "consider it pure joy". Yah, that'll make 'em think I'm healing
Finally I've lost myself. I've hit rock bottom. and I should be kneeling
But instead
I'm too worried with what filter to choose next.
Because no one wants to hear about my pain or my sorrow
So I focus on each and every detail of tomorrow.
I go out of my way to try and make people happy
I fill my schedule to the brim
I fill voids with the lies I've created, when I should be filling them with Him.
Eventually. This all gets exhausting. And I try to find rest.
But when I go back to my safe zone, even that's a mess.
And as I finally stumble back, ashamed of what I've finally begun to show
My Father stands there, arms open, saying "Welcome Home"
I know that sounds cliché, but isn't it still true?
God knows what I've been through.
More than anyone, God knows of pain and rejection and loss.
Isn't He the one that I put up on that cross?
So all this time, I've been faking it
Worried about what people might say,
when in the end, I was the only one standing in my way.
For God did not give us a spirit of timidity,
For that leads us to a lack of authenticity.
Be honest. Be strong. Don't ever think you've been defeated.
When you realize your rest and peace and joy is in your Creator,
there is no filter needed.
To watch this spoken word, click here!
(begins at 2:38)
You look at it.
You inspect it.
You analyze it inch by inch
And then you begin to perfect it.
You crop it, you frame it
You adjust the brightness, the contrast
The sharpness, you name it.
You change whatever you can to make it more appealing than what it really is
Isn't that what we're doing to ourselves, and then expect to get photocreds for what is really His.
There's more filters than that of
Valencia, Sierra or Inkwell
You see filters are not always physical
Filters allow us to mask our emotions. They allow us to trick people into thinking we live well.
It's like I don't want this world to know how much pain I'm in
So I snap a selfie of that forced grin
And slap on the cute "Happy Monday" with the #blessed on the end
And I say I'm happy, I mean I think I've got everyone convinced
but the tears on my pillow do a lot less for my confidence
Confidence that I've got it all made, I've nearly tricked myself
But deep down I've got these emotions being kept hidden from everyone else
So each and every day I pick out a new filter
And as I go on about my way I don't let my "light" even flicker
I try to be that girl that everyone loves. The one who when you look at her you say
"Wow. I just, It'd be cool to be her friend."
But why would anyone think that, it's just me.
I'm nothing special. I'm weird and awkward and especially
especially good at pretending. Pretending that I've figured my life out
I'm ashamed to say I even use Jesus as a cop- out
I say "consider it pure joy". Yah, that'll make 'em think I'm healing
Finally I've lost myself. I've hit rock bottom. and I should be kneeling
But instead
I'm too worried with what filter to choose next.
Because no one wants to hear about my pain or my sorrow
So I focus on each and every detail of tomorrow.
I go out of my way to try and make people happy
I fill my schedule to the brim
I fill voids with the lies I've created, when I should be filling them with Him.
Eventually. This all gets exhausting. And I try to find rest.
But when I go back to my safe zone, even that's a mess.
And as I finally stumble back, ashamed of what I've finally begun to show
My Father stands there, arms open, saying "Welcome Home"
I know that sounds cliché, but isn't it still true?
God knows what I've been through.
More than anyone, God knows of pain and rejection and loss.
Isn't He the one that I put up on that cross?
So all this time, I've been faking it
Worried about what people might say,
when in the end, I was the only one standing in my way.
For God did not give us a spirit of timidity,
For that leads us to a lack of authenticity.
Be honest. Be strong. Don't ever think you've been defeated.
When you realize your rest and peace and joy is in your Creator,
there is no filter needed.
To watch this spoken word, click here!
(begins at 2:38)
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