The summer I was 20 I met the band Jars of Clay at a book convention in Atlanta, Georgia.
I was interning that summer at the North American Mission Board, and the meeting was completely accidental; I ran into and recognized the band members on the convention floor.
I flipped out.
“Are you Jars of Clay?”I asked.
“Yes,” they laughed. “Yes, we are.”
My jaw must have hung open for seconds.
But instead of composing myself, I continued to freak out–literally.
“Don’t freak out, don’t freak out, don’t freak out, Erin!” I trembled and repeated out loud over and over again.
They autographed a small poster I had picked up at their booth, laughed again, and continued on their way.
Reflecting on all this later, I was mortified at how I had behaved.
After all, those band members were just people–people like you, people like me.
Next month will mark the 5-year anniversary of my little spot of the blogosphere, and something has happened to me in the past few years that is a bit reminiscent of that meeting with Jars of Clay (OK–not quite so dramatic).
When I show up in public Facebook groups or an event, I’ve had ladies tell me: “I’m ‘fan-girling’ over you.”
Friends, I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but please don’t fan-girl over me.
Yes, there are bloggers who don’t care about their readers so much as they revel in recognition.
Friends, I don’t want to be that blogger.
When the focus shifts to fame and financial gain, empire building and accolades, the glory is taken off of God.
Friends, God deserves all the glory. Any platform He has given me and others in this online community is for the express purpose of pointing you to Him.
No, not every post I write is full of Scripture and Bible study, but it is my hope that you will see my Lord woven into every aspect of this site, from embracing how He has made me and kicking cleaning schedules to the curb to how He has redeemed our marriage.
Bloggers don’t need fan-girling.
Instead of fan-girling, tell me you’re encouraged.
Instead of fan-girling, tell me you can relate.
Instead of fan-girling, ask me about my family.
Instead of fan-girling, tell me about your life. I want to know; truly, I do.
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I’m just as real as you, friends.
I have struggles and dreams and failures.
Yes, it’s a challenge to balance this call to write, this call to encourage, this call to help provide for my family while, at the same time, striving for a simple, ordinary life.
But I’m up for it.
A year ago, I met the President.
Was I nervous? I admit I was, but, in the end, the leader of the free world seemed like a regular person–a husband, a father, an individual with dreams and fears and struggles like the rest of us.
As I asked him a question and later shook his hand, I, thankfully, knew enough not to make a fool of myself.
Fifteen years after that surprise meeting with my favorite band from the 90s, I realize no one is better than the next person.
We are equals.
Are people to be respected? Yes. To be elevated? No.
I’m just like, you, friends. I’m just a wife, a mama, and a homemaker, who is learning right alongside of you.
So let’s go in grace, together.
I leave you with one of my favorite verses from my teenage years. May it continue to ring more true for me–and for you–every day:
“He must become greater; I must become less.” ~John 3:30
Are you ever attempted to “fan-girl” those you meet on the internet? How do you keep things in perspective and keep from elevating people and focus on glorying in God?