She poured her heart out as she told his story. The woman on the screen, giving testimony to the young man’s mask of pain. The ladies in the Bible study listened intently, understanding that all to often, we too, wear the mask. The mask that hides the less than perfect, the heartbroken, the feelings of lacking.
Masked. (Photo credit: .Andi.)
Let’s be honest.
But, that is so difficult. It feels wrong to admit.
The mask begins to crack.
The mirror shows the lines that are around the eyes. Every mark on the scale causes anxiety. Too exhausted to exercise. The house needs cleaned and the laundry done. Dishes are in the sink and the family needs a healthy meal. Deadlines need to be met. Bills are due and the cat just puked. I’m up to my knees in mud and the roof has a leak. Kids going here and there and husband just wants some face time. Stress level is high and the report is due. Energy lags and the days can seem so long.
This life will never be in a lay out for Better Homes and Gardens.
Surely, others have it more together than I do.
The ladies in the group, breathe in the confession. They slowly shake their heads. We all suffer from the pinching of the mask, as it covers
who we really are.
Oh, God! Why do we do this to ourselves? Trying to be perfect and have it all together, when the heart feels the struggle?
Help us, Lord to give up the mask. It doesn’t fit anyway.
Love is a better cover.
Love for ones self…and for others.
Because no one is perfect, and it feels good to just breathe.
The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’There is no commandment greater than these.” Mark 12:31 NIV
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