If I’m honest, I balled my eyes out watching this. Buckets.
I did’t expect to be knees deep in tears on a sunday morning…
Sure I’m hormonal but that’s hardly the point.
In everything from my work, my dreams, my hobbies, my fears, to my battles and demons and the ugly in-between.
I can lie to the person in the mirror, when I hate everything it reflects. I speak truth over it – try and counter it with the mind- but does my heart know it to be true? No.
It doubts it.
Days will come when you don’t have the strength
And all you hear is you’re not worth anything
Wondering if you ever could be loved
Before you ever took a breath
Long before the world began
Of all the wonders He possessed
There was one more precious
Of all the earth and skies above
You’re the one He madly loves
Enough to die
In His eyes
-Beautiful | Mercy Me
More than how I demand perfection from myself, I wage war with everyone else’s idea of perfect. Trying to be and please everyone but my Father, first.
Every under eye circle, every pimple, every wrinkle, every bloated tummy, every less than awesome outfit…. they taunt me.
Sure when I’m wrapped up pretty and “ready” for the day, I feel great and faking it comes easy. It’s the paint; it masks my insecurity – how I’m truly feeling deep down inside.
Like it’s all a sham. It’s all a lie.
Because underneath, I hate what I see. When I unmask from the charade I pick myself apart and I will it to be different.
I skald uniqueness, rather than treasure my sculptor’s signature on me.
I hide my flaws of character, rather than wear my story with pride.
I compete with every impossibility, rather than love where I’ve been blessed.
And yet I know that I am made in his image. Every curve, every freckle, intentional and with purpose.
When I cry in despair, He weeps from my rejection.
When I damn my imperfections, he makes beauty from my ashes.
When I hide in self hate torment, he dances over me in heaven.
Lord, let me see me from your eyes. Remind me who I am.
In the mirror when all I see Is who I don’t wanna be
In the loneliest places when I cant remember what grace is
When I cant receive Your love afraid I’ll never be enough
If I’m Your beloved can You help me believe it
I’m the one You love and That will be enough.
-Remind me who I am | Jason Gray