Some see her as fragile
Some treat her as small
Though she may act out of her pain
So many judge those actions without really knowing her truth at all
She weeps in silence
Sometimes the tears she allows to fall
She goes on day by day
Masking because the mask is much easier to present to the world
She can dress up that mask
Paint up that mask
Walk around with smiles up on that mask
But when she takes it off…
What remains is her humanness
A vulnerability she fights to protect each day
Will people like what they see
If they saw what she sees?
Maybe it isn’t what she sees that matters most
Maybe her lens is skewed
Intermingled with false truth that the world systemically whispers to her and what the sin of this world caused to happen to her.
There is another perspective to consider
But it will require that she give it a chance
Because a God much bigger than her
Sees something more, beyond the physical.
This God sees what He made in the beginning
When He intimately, intentionally created her.
So Who Is She?
The answer is not found in human answers or logic.
Not even in her thoughts of who she is…
It is found in her Creator.
by Erica Russell
