A devotional for the overly expressive and spiritually committed

Listen, I love the Lord with all my heart. I’ve been saved, sanctified, and personally baptized in a church where the fans had scripture on one side and Sister Louise’s biscuit recipe on the back. I know the Word, I try to walk in grace, and I truly want to be a light in the world.

But also… my face?
It’s doing its own thing. Always has. Probably always will.

I’m that girl who can be silently sitting in church or standing in the Target checkout line, and somehow everyone still knows exactly what I’m thinking. I don’t need a microphone. I don’t even need words. My left eyebrow? Loud. My side-eye? Fluent in sarcasm. My expressions? Betraying my inner peace one reaction at a time.

The Struggle Is Visible (Literally)

People say “don’t judge” but forget that some of us are accidentally judging with our faces. I may not say anything when someone cuts in line or tries to convince me Jesus drank decaf, but my eyes are like, “Ma’am.”

The thing is, I’m not trying to be rude—I just feel things deeply, and it leaks out. I’m passionate. I’m protective. I have strong feelings about the right way to load a dishwasher and the audacity of people who don’t return their shopping carts. And sometimes that intensity gets caught on my face before I can pray it away.

But just when I start to feel like my eyeballs might betray my beliefs, I’m reminded of this:

“Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone.”
— Colossians 4:6 (NIV)

Grace and salt. That’s the whole vibe, isn’t it? Because yes, my face might do things my spirit’s still working on. But if I can walk into every room leading with grace — even if my expressions are a work in progress — I’m on the right track. And honey… sometimes a little salt just adds flavor, not judgment.

You Can Be Devoted and Human

Loving Jesus doesn’t mean we don’t react. It just means we aim higher with those reactions. It means I can roll my eyes internally at someone’s mess and still pray for their healing. I can disagree without dehumanizing. I can cringe at your Facebook post and still ask God to bless you with a parking space near the door at the ol’ WallyWorld.

It’s not about perfect restraint. It’s about intentional kindness. Even when your facial expressions are throwing a mini revival of their own.

The Holy Spirit Works Through My Eyebrows, Okay?

Sometimes my face says what others are afraid to. Sometimes my unfiltered reactions open up space for real conversation. And sometimes… okay, sometimes I just need to ask Jesus to take the whole face wheel.

But grace abounds—even in raised brows and pursed lips.

Loving People Doesn’t Mean Losing Yourself

I used to feel guilty for being so expressive. Like I was failing spiritually because I wasn’t “gentle” enough or because my sarcastic thoughts occasionally tap-danced their way out loud.

But God made me this way—passionate, animated, honest. And instead of trying to bury that under a “good Christian girl” filter, I’ve learned to invite Him into it. To let Him refine it, not erase it.

So now? I’m learning to be loving and opinionated. To stand firm in my beliefs without being harsh. To serve Jesus without sacrificing my personality.

Final Thought (with one raised brow and an iced coffee in hand)

Let them talk. Let them say “You always look like you’re up to something.” Because maybe I am.
Maybe I’m just up to living my faith out loud… while trying to keep my eyebrows saved.

May your heart be soft and your side eye subtle,

Natalie💛