Over the generations women (and men) have been masters of disguise by not letting our true feelings show. Quite often, these techniques are passed down from our mothers, fathers or other influential people. Since the beginning of time, sadly, we learn the first woman Eve, outmaneuvered, hiding her shame and failure. Yeah, and today, we know a great deal about covering-up and masking our true selves, donít we?
I remember the first time I put on a happy-face. I was fifteen, standing by Dadís grave, pushing deep hurt into my subconscious and adopting a can-do attitude. Well, that scheme worked through a bachelorís and masterís degree leading up to, but not finishing a doctorate. Alas, the heart and mind can only hold so much pain without tumbling out. Thatís for starters, anyway. Next came marriage with children and I was carrying more baggage than a Delta 747.
Of course, more make-up and superficial smiles need to be applied, right? Hey, Iíve observed over the years, the heavier the eye, face and lip colors; beneath the surface lays a seriously wounded individual. For men, it may be the fastest car, biggest muscles or highest paying job. What we may not realize though, is itís our only way of survival. Or so we think. There is a better solution.
Rather than throwing a dustsheet over our confusion, secrets, disgust and loneliness we must face the music. And, by that, I mean we need to do business with our heavenly Father by telling Him the truth. Thatís right. Number one---He already knows our grief and sorrows. Number two, and this is most important, Heís already provided the cure.
Hereís the beautiful side. You get to trade in your brokenness and ashes for beauty, mourning for the oil of joy and the garments of heaviness for a robe of praise (Isaiah 61:1). Itís that simple. Be who you are. Be who Almighty God created you to be. We can throw all our cares upon the only One who can bear them. Now, we still live in a fallen world; thatís for sure, but it doesnít mean we canít be made whole through repentance.
In closing, Iíd like to emphasize the fact that we are Ďiní someone and if we donít get this weíll wobble through life wearing fig leaves like Eve. But, I challenge you today to let God clothe you with Lambís wool whiter and purer than snow. Live forgiven, live true and most of all---live.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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