Just because it’s popular doesn’t mean it’s best.
He told me he would come.
I stand in the middle of the dusty street staring at two paths. Both are paved in camel-coloured cobblestone. One is wide with flowers and large palm trees on all sides. Many people are walking down it. Some are running. At the far end of the path, cheers erupt and lights flash for those moving at a fastest pace.
The other path is narrow is shaded by an overhanging trellis and appears to go on for eternity. Only three people are headed in that direction. No one is waiting with cameras. No one could. The trellis effectively shields from outside attention.
I know which way I want to go. But I also know which path I should take.
The sun glares down from its place above me. I sigh and wipe a sheet of sweat from my forehead. I need to make a decision, soon, before my skin melts.
I step out of the way as people bump past me.
Most of them look at me, wide eyed, pitying. Some of my acquaintances turn back and call out, “Katie, come on! You’ll do great. They’ll love you!” I shake my head and they move on.
Someone else nudges past me. I watch her confident gait with a pang of jealousy then squeeze my eyes shut. I need to call him. I can’t make this choice on my own.
“Jesus!” Glares pierce my burning flesh. I want to stop yelling. Everyone must think I am a weirdo.
“Katie.” My eyes snap open. He’s standing there, his hand outstretched. Once again, I am taken aback by his eyes. I’ve seen them so many times but there’s something in that multi colored gaze that freezes me. It’s like he can see straight through me.
“Are you ready?”
“I… yes.” He grins wide, like an elated child. His warm fingers wrap around mine and we take off through the narrow street. Almost as soon as we enter, I am engulfed in the scent of fresh flowers.
“Katie girl, are you excited?” I squeeze his hand harder.
I breath in deeply, ready to take the way chosen by so few. “Yeah, I think I am.”
It’s easy to move with the crowd because every one of us wants to fit in.
But I’m telling you, just because everyone else is trying to lose weight, flash tons of skin on Instagram and keep up with the newest trends doesn’t mean it’s the best thing for you.
More than often, it isn’t.
Often our insecurities are what need to be worked on, not our Instagram posts. Why do I feel like I have to have that many likes?
This beautiful Monday, I want to encourage you to not follow people off cliffs of insecurity. The praise may feel great for the time being, but ultimately the praise of people dies off.
Let your strength come from the individuality God has placed inside you.
My friend, you are uniquely beautiful.
Please do what no one else can, bring change to the world by being nothing less than you.
With much love,