I love Instagram. There are so many cool filters that make my pictures look good. (And when I say “my pictures” I really mean selfies.) In this part of the world called the United States, making your life look good, happy, thin and perfect is important. Really important.
And, if your life is not all those things, well, there is a filter for that.
Honestly, I don’t really have a lot to worry about. Oh, sometimes it may feel like my world is ending. There have been really lean days when I had to decide which bill got paid, and which I put off until money came in the mail.
But it wasn’t like we were really fighting for our life. Although I was afraid at one point I might be a living in my car someday…not really. I know I can always move in with my mother…
By the grace of God we survived.
Most days, my biggest dilemma is which flavor frappaccino to order for an afternoon pick me up.
I see my life through a filter. A pretty little filter.
Until…something terrible, unthinkable happens.
Then I get a much needed reality check. And I am sick at how I have acted in my filtered world. I am sick at the world because it looks different without a filter. It’s much too harsh.
It’s not like my daughters were stolen from school today.
It’s not like it has been more than a month since I held my daughters, kissed them goodnight and told them, “I love you”.
It’s not like I am sick with fear that my daughters are being held at gun point, forced to give up their faith to stay alive.
It’s not like I am terrified they will be sold into sex slavery, never to be seen again.
It’s not like to am waiting and praying for someone, anyone, in the world to step up and help bring my daughters home.
As soon as the news stops talking about it. As soon as there is something new to report. As soon as there is a new scandal by some politician or celebrity to replace this story…will we forget?
Will we forget?
Will we go back to our filtered lives?
FOR YOUR WEEKEND | Pray. Pray for all the girls and their families of Nigeria. Visit Facebook, Twitter, the website, and join the campaign. Start a rally in your hometown. Write your congressman/woman. Demand action. One small thing is something. Now that we know, we can’t sit back with our filters turned on. #bringbackourgirls #stopthekilling