Selfie Not Yet Taken

All dressed with nowhere to go because last miniature plans change; what do we do, take a selfie so everyone can see how charming we were.  As we check all photos, we begin to laugh and reminisce at the selfies folder on the phone.  There was one from the trip to the zoo with the polar bear playing ball in the background; then there was the burst of pic from dinner with the gang.  The folder contained over 2000 image dating back 4 years.  Scrolling through the pic, the hairstyles have changed, facial expressions changed but something in the eyes remained the same, something undeniable screamed for attention.  Looking through all of the pictures a story began to emerge, a story about self, though many other people photo bombed the self, this chain of pictures spoke of a person claiming assurance yet secretly seeking approval from all as insecurities drive motivation.  The eyes sought attention, while the body language claimed excitement.  Wanting more, the heart calls out our name and yet the mind pays no attention as it mindless clicks away in the phone.  Snapshots of moments, of life’s expressions rendering desires of the heart mocked by the ego and suppressed by pride.  Relief requires not a jig, it requires not a lavash scheme, it requires only a single moment, an awareness of necessity, a surrendering to love.  Each selfie represents a moment, a captured moment, thinkingly warranted by the excitement yet capturing the imprisonment of the heart.  Wanting, needing to be freed, the eyes speak with every picture, each pose different, each pose the same for the eyes speak.  Drowning in the minutiae of a mundane society structured upon self, reliant upon questionable character, all while influenced by unrelated logic, the sense of self quickly become attached to the self promoted by the masses, the self created by accusations, revealed in actions perpetrated by dense logic.  The heart senses such calamity and attempts to signal for a rescue; only the rescuer is easily distracted by the pull from others, causing the heart to be greatly ignored.  It is not until months or years later that the eyes are identified and the heart is given a voice.  Even though much time has passed, we must remember that time is but a measurement instituted by humans, God knows no time, He relies not on time rather on love.  We can turn to Him, we can surrender to His love at any moment; we can be rescued by His love.  Looking through all of the selfies, pay close attention to the eyes, what are they saying, do they speak of the entanglement and rapture of a flawed society reigning havoc upon life’s course or do they speak of unconditional love, a protection from the heart’s imprisonment?  To see the latter, we must first accept the Father’s love as our own, we must accept our dignity, our worth as the love which He intended then tailor our actions accordingly. If it is love that we feel, then it is love which we must sow, understanding that it is not self which we serve but rather the Father.  In service we gain love, recognizing the Father’s balance of love and mercy.  Compassionate actions maintain our freedom from the ego allowing us to express the truth of our person and honor the dignity of our soul.  All of the distractions, all of the gossip, all of the negativity, are no match for the power of the Father’s love as this love is holistic, healing for miles on end.  Be a part of this love, be this love; let the selfie not yet taken be the expression of the gravity of such love.  Dare we say that selfies clutter our phone and our social media feeds, why not let such clutter be expressions of love, let our feed me billboards of a connection with and to the Father committing to His love as we willingly share not only such expression but His promise, His love via our actions.  The selfie not yet taken can be the turning point in our awareness of Love, our commitment to the Father, and the truth of our reality with a loving God.  Are you ready to take such a powerful selfie?