When AI Made Me a Dancer (and God Reminded Me to Be Real)
Recently, I had one of those moments where technology made me laugh. I was scrolling through photos and found one of me and two of my kids after a round of mini putt at the local mall during the school holidays. We were standing on a podium, so for fun, I told an AI tool to turn the photo into a video of us breakdancing.
What came back was impressive: my daughter grooving like she owned the stage, my son flipping through the air like a pro, and me striking a dramatic freeze pose like I actually knew what I was doing. The reality? I can’t dance to save my life. I’m talking world-class bad. And when my son did his backflip, the AI somehow gave him a second pair of legs. It was amusing and a little mesmerising at the same time—just another reminder of how wild technology has become.
But as I watched that silly little clip, something deeper hit me. In a world overflowing with AI-generated images and perfectly curated social media feeds, it can be so hard to tell what’s real anymore. Everywhere you look online, people are showing off the best angles, perfect outfits, happiest moments, and lives that look effortlessly joyful.
And honestly? I hate that side of social media. It’s exhausting, this endless highlight reel of “perfect lives.” But if I’m being real, I’m not innocent either. I can put on a façade too—not just online, but in person. Sometimes, it feels easier to pretend everything’s fine than to show the messy, raw, unpolished parts of my life.
Maybe you know exactly what I’m talking about. Maybe you’ve done it too.
If that’s you, let me whisper a truth into your heart today: you don’t have to present the highlight reel to God. He sees you exactly as you are—the joy, the pain, the struggles you hide behind a smile—and He loves you anyway. He hasn’t walked away. He isn’t scrolling past. Every single day, He’s gently inviting you to let Him into the real, unfiltered version of your life.
And maybe, just maybe, the most beautiful thing we can offer the world isn’t our perfect dance moves (or our perfectly edited lives)… but our authentic selves, loved completely by Him.