We’re all just trying to be okay. When asked, we say we’re “fine.”
We’re not.
We do little things like walk into rooms and forget why. We look at ourselves first in group photos. We tell people with terrible outfits they look good. We sit in the same seats at church every week when there are so many other options.
We crack me up.
Why are elevator rides awkward? What’s our crazy fascination with weather? Why is it we can remember song lyrics from 1967, but we can’t remember if we had breakfast? And how did we ever get by without phones? Because we sure can’t put ‘em down now!
We text things like ROFL, LMK, and JK. How long before life is just one big abbreviation? Everything seems to be getting shorter, smaller, more efficient. Yet, no matter how much room we have, we always fill it up. There has never, in the history of mankind, been enough storage.
Ever notice how nobody ever admits to being mad? Only “disappointed.” Or how obsessed we are with our hair? Or how everybody thinks they’re a good driver? Sorry. We can’t all be good drivers. Somebody’s got to fess up. I’ll start.
I am not a good driver.
We’re so gosh darn proud of our humility. When we’re honored, we say we’re “humbled.” We say things like “It is what it is.” And somehow we think that the cure to all our ills is simply to moisturize.
We say we love people but we talk about ourselves. We preface political statements with “I’m not political, but…” And we’re envious of people with a lot of money, unless they give us some.
We’re hilarious.
Good thing Jesus came so we have the perfect person to emulate!
It’s a process. Phil 1:6