The Masks Must Go
The masks must go. First, we have to get in touch with our truth which lies closer to the the surface than you may think, beneath the mask. For me, it started with asking God and meaning it, “Show me, Lord.” A lot of times it was another person, even sometime unbeknownst to them that they were being used by God–that God used to put that truth so in my face that all I can humbly mutter to myself, “God, you must be in this somewhere, answering my prayer.” Somewhere between the Dear God and the Amen, the Holy Spirit kicked into His Helper stance and empowered me to do the big girl stuff, which was to allow the wound to be totally uncovered acting on my belief that since -Jesus came to heal the brokenhearted–who at any given moment is me–then all will be well.



