Masks

I'm done with the stupid mask.

It is putrid.
It is false.
I do not desire it.

I want so badly to strip it off.
I want to break it in half and crush it under my feet.

Chunks and pieces have been broken off, but the majority still suctions to my face, immovable.

I want to be genuine.
I don't want to be afraid.
I want to destroy this vile falacy.

But I don't know how.

I need You to help me.
I need You to gently lift the mask off and reveal the true beauty that is underneath.

I need You to teach me who I really am --
-- without the mask.
I need You to teach me how to walk in the identity which You have given me --
-- without the mask.

You are the only One able.
And I have faith in your mercy.

Matthew 9:22 Jesus turned, and seeing her he said, “Take heart, daughter; your faith has made you well.” And instantly the woman was made well.