Exposing the Idols in Our Hands

Exposing the Idols in Our Hands

Every morning, my alarm goes off. I pull myself out of bed and shuffle toward my phone. Swiping away the alarm, I notice notifications. Nothing serious, just tiny little social media messages. I could put my phone back down, walk to my quiet place, and spend time with the Lord, or I could see what the world thinks of my latest post. I swipe up, leaving my heart unguarded and open to the world.

Scripture tells us to guard our hearts. But social media says to listen to comparisons, noise, and endless opinions. How do we navigate this in a world that revolves around social media?

I didn’t realize how much social media was shaping my heart, molding it, then freezing it into stone. At the beginning of January, I stepped back to reflect on my relationship with the Lord and ask myself what idols I had in my life. As part of that reflection, I decided to fast from social media to see what effect it truly had on my life. During this time, the Lord softened my heart, as the verse in Ezekiel says, “I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you. I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh” (36:26). He showed me how big an idol social media had become.

I came to realize that it took more of my time, attention, and affection than I had known. I had become addicted to the mindless scrolling, but for what? The constant reminders that I’m never enough. Social media is always pushing an agenda. It makes you feel like you don’t look like you should, you don’t have enough money, and you’re not where you should be in life. It’s always pushing things on you like a drug dealer. Wear this makeup to be prettier, sell something to be wealthier, work harder to get farther. You need more and more. It creates a consumer mindset rather than a mindset of contentment.

After a week, I decided to write down what I had learned from my detox. The good was undeniable. I spent more time in the Word, prayed often, had intentional conversations, cut my screen time in half, and made meaningful memories with family and friends. While I could do these things with social media, I realized how much more fully I did them without its constant distraction and influence.

But then came the hard part, the things I’d rather not admit. Social media had quietly become an idol in my life. I was more concerned with how people online perceived me than with how the Lord sees me. In our society, we are so attuned to how people perceive us. Social media has trained our brains, and it’s almost like a drug. We think about it all the time. I walk into the crowded gym and think about how people are perceiving me. I step into the church and wonder how I’m perceived. Just like how a drug addict becomes consumed, we become consumed.

When social media was present, my time in the Word decreased, and comparison became my constant enemy. As I sat with these realizations, my eyes flooded with tears. The thought of putting something above the Lord made my heart so heavy. I had become so tangled in the grip this idol had on me that I struggled to be content with the season the Lord had placed me in and the blessings He had already given me.

The biblical definition of an idol is any object, person, or desire that takes God’s place as the primary focus, trust, or affection in a person’s life. When something becomes an idol in your life, you replace the worship of your Creator with something temporary. Matthew 6 gives the example of money as an idol. It says, “No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money.” This verse gives us a warning about the severity of allowing temporary things to take precedence over the Lord. We cannot both love the things of the world and be a true follower of Jesus.

When I slip my feet into my furry slippers in the morning, I must decide. Will I swipe up before I settle in with Jesus? Will I start my day selfishly, reading the little perceptions my peers have left? Or will I resist? I know I can’t put both first. There is only one first place. We cannot love the things of the world and be a true follower. I must lay it right at my Savior’s feet.

When we do this, we allow the Lord to be at the forefront of everything we do. It humbles who we are and allows Him to work within us rather than following the things that are simply fleeting. Our heart’s desire should be to worship the Lord in everything we do. Instead of dwelling on the comments, likes, and opinions of social media, we should turn to the Word. By doing this, we allow the real truth to define who we are.

When the enemy says, “You aren’t beautiful,” the Word says, “You are fearfully and wonderfully made” (Psalm 139:14). When the enemy says, “Everyone else has a better life than you,” the Word says, “I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord, “plans for well being and not for trouble, to give you a future and a hope” (Jeremiah 29:11). When the enemy says, “Your value comes from your appearance,” the Word says, “Do not let your beauty come from the outside. Your beauty should come from the inside. It should come from the heart” (1 Peter 3:3–4).

I think what I truly realized about those insecurities was that my heart posture was toward the world and toward myself. The root of making an idol is selfishness. I selfishly wanted to become like the people I saw on social media. I was overly focused on becoming more like them than on bearing the image of God.

I’m seventeen, my frontal lobe hasn’t even fully developed yet, so I’m definitely not perfect. I struggle. Truthfully, this is something I battle daily, but my outlook is different. Luke 9:23 says, “Then Jesus said to them all, ‘If anyone wants to follow Me, he must give up himself and his own desires. He must take up his cross every day and follow Me.’” I have to continue to fight the insecurities, selfishness, and worldly standards. I have to choose to allow the Lord to work in my heart and not allow those things to define who I am.

I’m also not going to sit here and say I’m anti-social media, because good can come from it. There are influencers who use their platforms to share the Gospel, and I think that’s great. That is an amazing way to steward what the Lord has given us. No matter who you are, sharing your story and the Gospel on social media could impact someone’s life in ways you may never even see.

But when it does become an idol in your life, it’s important to acknowledge that. The more you allow it to take root in your heart, the more you begin to place that idol above God. And from whatever you idolize, the desires of your heart will begin to flow. For me, that looked like living in selfishness and insecurity. But the Lord didn’t create me to live in insecurity. My identity is meant to be found in Him and in His truth.

So I want to challenge you to sit down and be honest with yourself. Ask yourself, what are some things in my life that I idolize? What is the thing I do before I turn to God? How can I set boundaries with this idol? Maybe take some time and write out the answers to these questions. Allow yourself to dwell in them and let the Lord reveal them to you. Some idols may be a simple fix, and some may be a part of your everyday life. But allow the Lord to help you fix it. You can’t do it on your own. 

The Church That Broke Me and The God Who Found Me

The Church That Broke Me and The God Who Found Me

Note from Team LO: We are SO excited to bring you this month’s blog from our LO sister member, Brookelyn Hinton! Enjoy today’s post from Brookelyn. 🙂 

Growing up, there was a place I called home. A place of safety. A place of peace. Here, I felt known. But to be known wasn’t a bad thing. I loved my dad working here. I knew my way through this building backwards and forwards. This was truly my favorite place to be. My family was here day and night, but it was amazing. Sunday mornings were what I looked forward to. I would wake up smiling from ear to ear, hurrying to slip on my Sunday dress. This place called “church” felt so cozy. At times, it reminded me of cuddling up by a warm fire. 

Until one day, the whole atmosphere changed. It became cold. In just one morning, everything seemed so different. The shining bright light that hovered above every head had changed this dark cloud. I faced the hard truth that not everyone in church is perfect. Suddenly, I was saying goodbye to people one by one. This truth kept repeating itself. People fail, and people leave.  

The situations endured in this setting forever changed how I viewed the church. What once felt like home now felt foreign. It seemed like all I had ever known was stripped away, like a Band-Aid from an open wound. Ouch. Why did this hurt so bad? Why was it that these people who once were so perfect in my eyes were the ones who caused this pain? 

I no longer woke up with any excitement on Sunday mornings. Instead, there was this heavy weight on my chest that just never would leave. With the weight came warm tears that would roll down my face as I slowly got ready to enter the place that caused me so much heartache. 

I would begin to drown in my thoughts. “Who is going to fail me today? How would this person everyone called God, allow fallen leaders to guide me? Is this God as loving as He seems? ” But no. I can’t. I can’t think of these things. Everyone is watching me. The only thing I could do was wipe away the tears and force a smile onto my face. My eyes flickered from person to person, I could not help but think each one would soon hurt me. I was in pain deeper than I gave myself credit for. 

From what everyone else saw, I was perfectly fine. I loved Jesus. I went to church. I always smiled. She’s great. But that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. My relationship with God became estranged. But I was good at making it seem like I had it all together. To be honest, I had convinced myself, too. I knew all the right answers. I knew to raise my hands in worship. I knew exactly what everyone wanted me to do. Beginning to feel like a stranger in my own body, I continued to live this life way longer than I should have. 

Along came more change in my life. We left the church I thought I would stay in forever. This was a big step for my family. Our whole lives were woven into every part of this place, like a basket with intricate details. Everything I had ever known was this church. My parents worked there. My grandparents worked there. And truthfully, I thought I would work there too. And we were now saying goodbye, walking into the unknown. 

The weight I once carried was getting lighter. Stepping back from the church, my family took time to heal. There were wounds my parents and I had shared, but I never understood the deepest wound I had caused myself. Unforgiveness. I realized that because of my unforgiving heart, I no longer had a close relationship with the Lord. 

That summer, I attended a summer camp that I went to every year. This place felt like the only place I could be myself, both broken and healed. I came in completely confused, angry, and hurt. Feeling like a lost sheep, I walked into the place where the Lord truly found me. He met me in the sweetest moment, but it wasn’t when I was lifting my hands or doing the same old rituals I had adapted to. The Lord met me sitting on the gym floor, with tears streaming down my face, being comforted by someone who had an amazing impact on my life. She sat with me in silence while I worked out every problem I ever encountered in my walk with God. At that moment, I realized I was loved. I was seen. I was healed. 

Now, my family and I attend a place that has been so refreshing. A place that fills me with excitement and joy for the Lord. The simplicity found within this church is healing. Through this healing process, I am learning to trust the Lord with my brokenness, allowing Him to piece my heart together. In 2 Corinthians 5:17, an old creation is made new. I am made new. The old me was wrapped in a cocoon of mistrust, but the new me is emerging: fresh, renewed, soaring.  

Throughout this journey, my relationship with God has changed in numerous ways. It is no longer dependent on others, but rooted in the Word. Church is no longer just a building, but a group of people striving to achieve the same goal. Jeremiah 29:13 says, “You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart.” In this scripture, I see that the way to Jesus is simple: you seek Him and find Him. When I felt so distant from the Lord, it wasn’t because he abandoned me, but because I was walking farther away from Him. Like a ship lost at sea, I drifted away from where I was meant to be. Then the light of Jesus spoke truth and guidance into my life. Through every storm He was teaching me a lesson. Finally I learned to seek faith in God and not people and my faith began to grow.  

While my salvation isn’t found in other people, accountability and biblical community is very important. In Acts 2, when the Holy Spirit came at Pentecost, the believers built a strong community on fire for the Lord. Each person devoted themself to the apostle’s teaching, prayer, and fellowship. In return, the number of this community grew daily. I began to understand a beautiful example of what the church should be. Now I plant myself in a community with a passion for what Jesus has in store. These people push me to learn and understand the Word of God and its importance. 

Looking back on the things I’ve walked through, I truly see how the Lord was working through it all. Through every tear, every forced smile, and every broken relationship, He was watering a seed that would soon begin to flourish. At times when it felt like the Lord did not hear my cry, I can see where He was working. Because He was working through my life, I now know my faith isn’t found in a building or other people, but found in the One who met me on the gym floor, in the middle of my mess, and called me His.