We hear all the time that what we see on social media is only an edited snapshot of a life. Facebook, Twitter, Instagram. Even reality is only given in small portions, because it has to be.
It’s unrealistic to expect people to put all their mess out there every day. And yes, some never do.
So we know this. We know everyone has their own struggles and pain in life, even if all we see is designed clothes, pretty backyards, and photos of vacations. We also know that these snapshots are part of happy moments in lives, and often saved because that’s what we want to reflect on. Find the beauty in a hard day, take a picture, go to bed remembering that moment.
What gets complicated even if we know life is life for everyone, kids are kids no matter how you dress them, and marriage and friendships have their ups and downs – there are times when you’re not really sure if this is true for everybody.
I know it is. The Bible tells us it is, that we are all struggling sinners. But some days I start to doubt that other people have anything wrong in their lives at all. Ever. Rationally I understand the odds of this are, um, zero. Since we’re all human. Yet it begins to eat at me that maybe I’m the only one who looks at life and thinks, “What happened here?”
“If I had more kids”
“If I had more money”
“If I was a better Christian, if I knew more about the Bible”
“If I was more crafty”
“If I work more/less”
“If I was thinner”
“If I went back to school”
I don’t exactly know. I guess I would be able to take more happy snapshots while rest of reality was still waiting after?
If you can’t be content (not happy, content) with where you are and what you have now, you’ll never be content with more.
I don’t know how that works with losing children. I can’t even wrap my head around it. But I do know that I would be ok if we never had more kids – because I don’t long for more children like I long for my sons. I wanted THEM, not someone to take up that space of baby. I would love to have a bigger family, but I think that I could be content with an only child after the shock of another loss eases.
All the rest on that list won’t make me happy or content long term because as soon as those holes and/or insecurities are filled, another one opens up. That’s the very essence of the fall of man – this can be better if I change it.
It won’t. I have proof. Adam and Eve had everything, everything. Yet they wanted more. Look what happened. They couldn’t be content so they ended up with far far less than God intended. What would have happened if Eve had paused for a moment and looked around at all that God had given her, instead of fixing her eyes on the fruit that held the “next step up”?
Oh, how different life would be if we all fixed our eyes on Christ more instead of the world’s unachievable list of getting to happy.