My Face Gives Me Away

I am painfully aware how much my face gives me away….I am not who I pretend to be..there is a large dissonance between how I try to live and my reality….if you pay attention enough, my face tells…a real intangible story

in a world that is obsessed with uniformity and conformity where one face after another is starting to blend into one nondescript ideal, my face stands resolute in its reflection of human experience. There is a silent revolution of refusing to delete my humanness.

I know what broke me but I dont know your story. I dont know what broke you or made you become what you are just to hide the sorrow beneath. I for one, no longer cry and take the blows myself.

Take off that facade. Let God mend every broken part of me. Allow that healing to come through. I believe that God has his hands firmly wrapped around me, calling me to his embrace. Let go and allow God in to give you strength...