My Social Media-less Life

This week didn’t go as planned. Pretty much since Monday, something has been different from this week than I had scheduled. None of these were bad things… until yesterday afternoon when I suddenly felt as though I needed to be in bed within the next few hours or else there would be “dire” consequences.

Since I’d been having issues sleeping all week, I didn’t argue with my body. So I skipped church and slept for a total of 11.5 hours last night (I was up for about 3 hours in the middle of the night, but I think that was my body being confused about sleeping before the sun went down and getting up while it was dark).

Today, I took my two oldest nephews to the park (awkward cheesy smiles pictured above) and we did all the fun things we have a harder time doing with the younger two around: played soccer, played tag, played an odd form of hide and seek… Auntie is still very tired from all that.

Tonight there was a young adult/youth service at church and I ran lyrics. Although I’d kind of been planning that, it was still somewhat “unplanned.” Tonight the speaker (someone I always get good notes and pricks of conviction from) spoke about keeping the sacred things, sacred. Sounds unsurprising, but since Believers are supposed to be “set apart” (literally sacred), we need to keep ourselves sacred.

God is grieved when we do things He doesn’t want us to do and if we think we’re not doing something to grieve Him, then we’re probably not close enough to Him.

That shook me. When there was an opportunity to get prayer, I FOR SURE went up. Even all the way from the back where my little lyrics booth is.

Most of this year has been one of the hardest I’ve had in regards to listening to the Holy Spirit. I’ve had some serious missteps and some… less serious missteps. Some of the ones I viewed as inconsequential at the time were revealed to me tonight as probably the more consequential ones.

This particular blog is just to hold myself accountable in that I will be rectifying— to the best of my ability— the missteps that were shown to me.

If I were completely honest with myself I should’ve fixed this sooner, but told myself all was well. *misstepped right into a pile of my own poo*

So… this wasn’t necessarily planned either, but the confirmation that something needs to be done is freeing in and of itself. The next step will also be freeing… but it will also be harder since I don’t particularly care for confrontation.

I’m just glad that I’m choosing to do what the Lord has been trying to get me to do for most of the year. It’s almost like getting rid of social media all over again.