Dear FOMO...You Do NOt Know Who My God IS

Dear FOMO,

You are the current epidemic of our generation….and you’ve been haunting me like the plague.  

For those of you who do not know what FOMO means, it stands for the fear of missing out. I like to personally thank social media and to all those who plaster their beautiful, flashy, and idealistic lives all over the internet that leave so many of us thirsting for a life that doesn’t actually exist (don't worry I do it too).  

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This morning as I was laying in bed in a foggy daze, my mind began to replay my past 10 years.  And though I’m extremely fortunate enough to say this, I can’t help but admit these past 10 years have been the kind that seem a bit “too good to be true.”  I’ve crossed paths with world-changers.  I’ve traveled the world.  I’ve organically encountered the Holy Spirit in the midst of a group of people I will never forget.  I’ve encountered real community. Not just the kind talked about. No. We actually lived it.  I lived in a house with seven girls and four of them were with me for over six years.  Not to mention, I worked at the same restaurant for six years and all my work people quickly became my family.  

The list could go on and on.  

I have loved my life.  And I have loved my city.

So you’re probably wondering, where does FOMO come into play?

Over the past couple of years I’ve had just about everything come to an end.  My roommates and I moved out of the house we lived in.  The restaurant I worked at closed down.  Most of my community is spread out amongst different churches….and the friends I have done life with for years are beginning to enter into new seasons. The musicians I have led worship with for decades have families and many have left this city….

And quite frankly, I’m left with the question of “Have my glory days passed? Are things not ever going to be as good as they used to be?"  

Today especially...I laid in bed completely covered in fear.  I felt out-of-control wondering if things will ever be as good as they’ve been in the past.  

Thankfully, I'm well aware when fear has taken me over.  

It took every ounce of energy I had to do what I knew I needed to do.  But I did... 

I forced myself out of bed and turned on the worship songs that I have a history with.  You know...the kind I have stories with throughout the seasons when God pulled me out the pit and brought me back into His light.  

I began to declare the truth…whether or not I felt it. It didn't take long for me to start bursting out laughing.  The light began to seep in as I realized a heavy revelation.  

FOMO….does NOT know who my God is.  

MY GOD IS FAITHFUL.  

MY GOD SAYS I WILL GO FROM GLORY TO GLORY TO GLORY.

MY GOD SAYS MY BEST DAYS ARE YET TO COME.

Folks, it’s so good to fight your way through the lies.  

And for the those of you who are in the same boat as me currently, go play this spontaneous song over and over and tell your soul to believe this to be true.  Because it is true.  Our God is faithful. And your best days are yet to come.