Why do I look away?
Why do I look anywhere but in my Savior's eyes?
What am I afraid of?
Why do I insist on looking through the lenses of Satan's lies, which only reflect back my own inadequacies, my sins, my shame?
Why do I hold so tightly to those glasses, instead of letting Jesus remove the blinders, so that I may see myself reflected in His eyes?
Why have I let those lies of the enemy that have been whispered so effectively;
You'll never be good enough.
No man will ever love you.
God can't use someone like you.
drown out the roar of God's love for me?
Does God hear my heart?
Through all the screaming lies and relentless condemnations, does He hear my heart's cry?
It is barely a whisper at times.
Can He see behind my mask of pride and fear the little girl that longs for her Father's embrace?
The woman that longs for unconditional love?
The servant that longs to be used by the King?
Can You hear me?
Do You see me?
Help me.
No more looking back.
