Ha! No my husband is not a porn star (though he is very attractive if I do say so myself) and he actually hates social media. I’m referring to a woman. I would see her post her “going out” pictures, with newly applied lip gloss, cleavage showing and the duck face she wore as an accessory. I would see her summertime bikini pics on the beach with breasts that were too high and too big for her body that could only be attributed to them not being her own. I would sometimes look at her and have this undoubted hate at the core for how she was portraying herself and other times I would look at her and think she was beautiful.

She would put up pictures in flashy outfits, out partying with friends and post words to some popular hip hop song to go along with it. She would post comments about last night and the last thing she remembered was around midnight, meanwhile she was out past two. Then other times I’d look deeper at her and who she was. I’d see pictures of her and her family during the holidays and the sentimental post that went along with it. I’d see love oozing out of her. I’d see her college degree status in her “About” section. I’d see posts about her newest love interest and then I’d see it fall apart. I’d then see meme’s about her loneliness. I’d see her post about the bond she shared with siblings and saw her heart behind it. As time went on, I got sad for her.

At about the same time I was at a point in my life where I started to understand who the Lord was and what he had done for her and for all of us. I began to stop having that disgust in my heart when I looked at her and understood that she was just as worthy as anyone for love, respect, and a good lifelong partner regardless of who she was and what her life looked like. I began to understand she was more than her looks and the lustful men that made her feel worthy for a short period of time. I saw that her posts, pictures and parties were not going to get her anywhere but I also saw that if she had a college degree then she could do just about anything.

This love I had for her made me change the way I saw her.

I began to see that Jesus loved her and wanted her to turn away from the things of this world and turn to the Word. He wanted her to take off her mask and put on his love. He wanted her to let go of the things that the world said defined her worth and instead hold on to her crown as “daughter of the King.”

This is when I finally fell in love with her… and that girl was ME.

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