Do You Suffer From FoMO (Fear of Missing Out)?


Yes, this is a syndrome that came into existence around 2004? Basically, you are so afraid you are going to miss out on something that you find yourself enslaved to social media. Yesterday, my husband and I attended a Tim Hawkins concert. For those who've never heard of him, he is a Christian comedian. We drove a couple of hours for a special date night. When we got there (an hour before you could enter), I watched my husband live out that  insurance company that says, "we can't keep you from becoming your parents." You know the one. Before we ever entered the building, my husband was trying to find the perfect parking spot to make a quick exit when it was over. When the set began, he mentioned aging. Remember B.G. ( Before Google)? Tim mentioned that before Google, if you didn't know something, you just didn't know it. And that was okay because we were all stupid together. Today, we are so accustomed to having so much information at the touch of a screen that we become addicted to needing access at all times. A young man at the concert was very excited about the concert. Let's just say we got two shows for the price of one. However, no matter how much he was enjoying the show, he couldn't fully enjoy the moment because he kept scrolling his Facebook for fear of missing out on something. What if we brought that passion to our relationship with God? "God, I don't want to miss anything you have to offer, so I'm going to find You in every circumstance. I'll look for You in every moment!" When we focus on God, we won't just watch what God is doing. We will experience what God is doing!

Have a great week high-heeled warriors!

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