Headlines about social media have ironically drowned the internet over the past week. And we’re all just sitting on our phones flailing our opinions around like they’re justified. I can’t say what’s right and what’s wrong, partially because I just don’t have the answers, and partially because I think the only way we can find an answer is when we peel back the walls of our hearts and look at what they’re holding tightest to, individually, not collectively. This is a one man job, folks.
This is only my personal opinion, but what I think this all comes down to is this 7 letter word: g-e-n-u-i-n-e.
I’ve been wrestling with the concept of the word genuine. And I don’t know if you’ve met me but I’m a 5'2, uncoordinated & highly uncompetitive human being- So I’ve been tapping out of the ring like it’s my day job. This adjective has been kicking my butt. I’ve been stripping it down and taking a magnifying glass to it’s origin. The incredibly reliable and phiolisophical source Merium-Webster dictionary states that the word genuine means this: ‘Actually having the reputed or apparent qualities or character.’
It’s origin comes from the Roman custom of a father acknowledging paternity of a newborn child by placing it on his knee. You guys, this is what our father God does to us, he claims us in our genuine form, our purest most true versions of ourselves, places us on his knee and holds us, so proud of exactly who we are. He knows our character in its rawest form, we don’t need to dress it up for him. But somewhere along the way we forget that. Not everyone sees our character like He does. People don’t look at our genuine raw parts and think that they’re pretty. And that’s where we get stuck. Every single one of us.
I think at the end of the day, our existence just needs a little spring cleaning.
What all of this hub-ub is teaching me is to prioritize. I’m sorting through my character. I’m standing on the outside of my own life, looking in just how my Father would. I’m examining the things I do and why I do them. If it’s genuine I’m keeping it and if it’s not I’m figuring out why it’s not. If I can’t change it I’m getting rid of it. I’m thinking about intentions and what they are. I’m observing the things I fill my time with —
I’m trapping the times I’m sitting around a fire with the people I love, no phones, no need for confirmation that we’re having a good time. Just happy eye contact, one glance acknowledgment that this moment is pure. Mid day dance parties, no second thought of who’s watching. Conversations suffocated in only things that bring out people’s passion.
I’m trapping the times I catch myself being cynical too. There are plenty of those. And I’m trying to pinpoint the bitter stuff.
I’m following the trunk of my tree back to the roots and finding the things that killed the branches.
We don’t require a radical change, we just need to stop being afraid to look at ourselves stripped bare and have a staring contest with the things that need the most change. We don’t need to delete our instagrams, hate on other people for posting selfies or be self conscious about loving who we are- we need to tear apart the rooms of our hearts and organize them in a way that He would. When we do that, nothing can be out of place.