This post describes so much of what’s going on in my life right now. The more I spend time with God, the more he shows me, ME.
I hate what I see. It’s depressing. Like there’s so much wrong in my life, my heart and my mind. But yet, he still loves me. He still reminds me that he is faithful to complete his work in me, even when I beg for him to quit.
I try to hide in my sleep, but he wakes me. I try to hide in food, but it doesn’t satisfy. I try to hide in being “busy” (distracted-phone, reading, etc) and he makes me restless; all so he can get my attention. To remind me that I can’t hide from him.
He knows that I’m naked. He knows that I’m scared. He knows that I’m hungry. He knows that I’m depressed. He knows that I’m angry. He knows that I’m frustrated. He knows that I’m fighting temptations. He knows it all.
I have to stop running from you. Like Adam & Eve I hide in the trees. Hoping that you can’t see, when I pick up the pieces, my hands bleed. This broken mirror that I am, can only be mended by your hands. Only then, will I begin to look just like you.
No more hide & seek.