Be the Change

I did it, y’all.

I did what we all do.

I saw the controversial post and got sucked into the train wreck that is the comment feed left in its wake. This one wasn’t too bad. Well, in regards to today’s standards, that is.

I have a confession to make. I have noticed some anger welling up inside me. Let me give you some background to me so you understand. I am your textbook A-type personality. Micah 6:8 is my mantra. You better act justly, love mercy, and walk humbly or I’m comin’ after you. Not really. But, in my head I’m comin’ after you. I am a rule follower and if you break the rules, I ain’t playin’.

Now that you know my personality type, you can understand this anger that was percolating within me. I’ve had two phone calls in the past month that did not end well. Both were with front-desk people in the medical field. Both wanted something from me that had absolutely nothing to do with the health and well-being of the persons involved. They wanted more money from me withholding prescriptions until we did this and that. This was not a matter of unpaid bills. Instead, it was a matter of our broken healthy system. But, this is not what this post was about.

Anyway, like I was saying. Anger. It spewed from me like something I haven’t seen in a very long time and don’t want to really ever see again. I was not horrible, yet, I was not loving and kind either. If they found my blog, they would probably wonder if I were the same person.

I then come across this friend’s post. I notice someone says something horribly unkind to the poster. The person who post this is someone I love, respect, and care deeply for. My first instinct? Teach this comment-er that those words were not okay. And then I took a breath. I didn’t respond to the negative comment. I usually don’t. I just can’t. It’s not my thing; not my way. Yet, I felt like I had to do something. I had that stirring, the good kind, within me.

I decided to comment to the poster. I let her know she is loved not despicable. That she is beautiful and valued no matter what she posts. I saw in that moment that it doesn’t matter what we post, what we say, or how we act. I mean, it does matter, BUT when God looks at us do you know what He sees?

Jesus.

The words, the comments, the posts they all fade away when God looks our way. Instead He sees His Son. And if God can see His Son through all the harsh words and anger, than I can too.

As odd as this sounds, I needed that post. I needed to see it so I could be reminded of how God sees us. He doesn’t see our anger. He sees forgiveness. He doesn’t see our nasty posts online. He sees love. He doesn’t see our mistakes. He sees the scares on His Son’s hands. 

He sees Jesus. 

And so do I.

The next time I get wrapped up in this cold harsh world, I will choose to see Jesus. The next time I am wronged, I will choose to see Jesus. The next time I am wrapped up in some kind of injustice, I will choose Jesus. The next time I feel anger towards someone who wronged me, I will choose to see Jesus. 

You are loved. You are beautiful. You are valued.

Love & Blessings,

Meg

Jesus

Jesus

You make the darkness tremble

Tremble

By: Mosaic MSC