When I stand in the barn and everything seems to be going wrong, I pull out my phone and in one click I can open Instagram to see a girl on the beach in her hot bikini basking in the sun with thousands of likes. My mind immediately goes to thinking why can’t that be me? Why am I in the negative degree temperatures caring for a sick animal that probably won’t make it all so my dad can live his dream of feeding the world, yet staying utterly miserable while doing it?
Farming is not glamorous, romantic or an easy way to make a living. There is so much truth I could tell, but every time I scroll social media I feel shame. Shame of living someone else’s dream, shame of not having the confidence to step out take a risk, shame of thinking everyone else has it better than me or is happier than me.
The truth is these are only the highlights of our lives. We all have heartache, feel less than worthy and wonder if this is all life is about at some point. It starts with realizing your blessings. I have a family who loves me, a job that gives back to the world, money to pay for everything I need, the ability to travel and endless opportunity if I would just take the risk.
Brennley Brown is one girl vowing to stay real and honest on Instagram:
Everyday the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it. Glad in our imperfections, glad in our hopes, glad in our lives that we have to give back to Him. He has made us for a purpose and all my hope is to live a life to the fullest that allows me to use my talents to honer Him. What gives me joy is music and sharing the music others create. The stories of the hard work and dedication it takes to leave your mark on the world.
What I’ve learned in my thirty years so far is this, it can be as small as a smile or telling someone how great they are to leave a mark on one person, and to one person you can be their world. So stop the scroll of shame and just live your story then share your story. Along the way, be kind, be helpful, leave a hundred dollar bill for the waitress that looks utterly miserable working for someone’s else’s dream. You never know how much it can help her dream or the dream of the child she works to feed.
So Love, Love, Love and Let Love Show…