Tip of My Iceberg

There was definitely something wrong with the picture.

I wasn’t in it.

That does sound rather self-centered. Truth is, anytime I see a group picture, I look to see what I look like first and then look at the whole.

That does make it about me.

This concern was legitimate.

I wasn’t even in the room.

I missed the fun.

I’ve had FOMO issues since I was a kid. The fear of missing out on something fun, exciting or interesting had me showing up in situations I probably shouldn’t have cared about.

I did marry a FOMO-less kind of a guy. I birthed very FOMO kids.

So this past weekend we had to miss a party that has been a highlight of our program finale. We have a retreat to share the process of the year. Deeply moving and encouraging.

Then there’s the Tacky Prom.

It’s the snarky version of every high schooler’s memories–or nightmares. No limos. No corsages. No gorgeous dresses or tuxes.

Tacky and wacky at its finest.

It becomes a contest to see who can look the weirdest. Funniest. A chance to not take ourselves seriously.

I missed it.

For good reason. The son of our dear friends was getting married, and celebrating Jason and his bride, Hannah, was a must. A real joy for me and John.

I was able to stuff the FOMO issues during the wedding. Not hard since it was gloriously fun. Once we left, and the pictures began coming in of the fun being had at the prom, those issues erupted like a painful zit.

I wanted to be there.

I don’t know many who would choose to be left out when a good time is expected.

Well, maybe my husband, who’s an introvert. He doesn’t relish looking foolish.

Being included is a value for many. It shows we’re seen and appreciated. Wanted. If someone is left out unintentionally, it’s a sad oversight. If intentional, a deeper issue is at stake. Feelings are hurt, anger can grow, relationships could be at risk. The bigger and more important the event, the greater the ramifications of not being included.

It’s why God is waiting patiently before this world is done. Before heaven becomes a reality. So as many as possible can experience the guarantee of being there.

Heaven will be the ultimate great time. Many assume they’ll be there. Figuring their good deeds and intentions will outweigh their mistakes and intentional wrong doings.

A lot of folks are going to be surprised if that’s what they’re counting on.

Jesus made it plain. Knowing Him as God’s provision for our imperfection is the only way to be assured of heaven.

Which will anger a lot of people. Who say I’m being intolerant.

I’m just a messenger.

Who happens to know for sure where I’m spending eternity.

It’s incredibly tacky to claim to be God if you’re not. Jesus said He was the way to heaven.

Assurance of heaven is a valid reason to check out His claims. Missing out because I didn’t want to make the effort?

That’s the ultimate FOMO faux pas.