I am opaque. Opacity.
I am a foggy mirror. I am darkened. I am cloudy.
Found behind a mask of contentment, is a spirit burdened with lies and resentment.
The truth robs me of any form of privacy. I’ll just keep the pain inside because I don’t like transparency. I will drown in turmoil because I won’t let anyone in.
But I want freedom.
I want to feel a strength that’s like a rushing wind. I want to know there is something greater than what I find within.
Instead I turn to people for joy, and people disappoint. People turn me to God, but I don’t see the point. They try to crack me like a nut, but I will not break.
I am opaque.
I want to understand God, but I don’t want Him to understand me.
I stand still like a weeping willow tree, I am tangled in my own branches. My leaves are covering my mouth and when I try to open up, I let out a silent scream.
The haze of clouded judgment from a heavy heart prevails. My chamber of secrets is locked and the ship of trust has sailed.
BEHOLD, a storm of glory!
The breath of God has blown a hole right through my solid trunk. I try to lift my roots to run but I’m frozen in awe of His beauty. My branches unravel, I am humbled at His feet. I reach out to Him and He takes my hand. He looks right through me, He knows me in ways I can never understand.
Redemption comes for the ones in chains once they embrace their freedom.
Now I stayed in shackles long enough, it’s apparent I don’t need them.
I am a river.
He is living water inside of me that surges through my veins. Clarity, the light in me.
He makes all things new. I finally want to be transparent.
Take the time to consider these words. How powerful it is to be fully transparent. Anonymously consider…