This week’s blog was written by our daughter, Alisha. Her experiences with those who are hurting within prisons and churches have made her aware and sensitive to these wounded individuals. Each of us face wounds in some form and have the tendency to hide behind our masks. I pray this blog will help you to see yourself as your Father truly sees you. And allow Him to get behind that mask.
I see you over there.
Doing those things, being those things, walking those fine lines. Running like a crazy person, yet looking put together from the outside of your mask. Being keeper-of-the-peace meanwhile the wars are raging crazy-wild inside you. Yes, I see you. Only, I see you from the other side of the mask, the side where nobody else is let in. I see your wants and your needs, your fears and your nightmares..
..and I know.
I know the question “why” would never be allowed to escape past your sealed lips, but when the clock ticks and your nightmares come alive in the middle of your darkest hours, the screamings from your heart reach My ears and fill My eyes.
Yes, I see you. And I am here to tell you these four little words:
You are not alone.
The times you were forsaken, the moments you were left to fend for yourself, when your life-song seemed to have lost its rhythm…those were the very times I was with you.
But you never seemed to notice Me.
I was there when you shook your fist to the sky, and your prayers ran down your cheeks…I was smiling when you were doing a happy dance and you thought you were alone. I was watching when you looked up into the cold night and whispered all the questions that needed answers; when your warm finger slashed those questions on the frost. I laughed when you told that joke that no one else got, and I was watching you when you smiled at that Sunday school kid singing “Jesus Loves Me” a little too loud and a lot off pitch.
I also heard you when you shouted to know My will, all the while begging for Me to change it. I stood behind you when those hurtful words were hurdled your way, I had My hand on your shoulder when those people did you wrong, and I was there giving you a hug of strength when that news came and you shrank beneath its weight.
All along I have been your biggest fan.
I was the One who gave you hope when hope was all you had. I was the One who breathed life into all the galaxies not yet known to man, and I was the one who rescued you when you were drowning in your own pride.
And I’m that invisible hand that keeps grazing against yours in this starless storm..I am the One who loves you more than you could ever imagine possible.
So stop fighting Me.
That little kid knows more than you do; he understands My love. Because over and over again you’re gonna loose sight of hope, and over and over again the shadows will seem to swallow the light. Over and over again, you’re gonna panic and demand to steer your life-boat. But even if your old demons come back to haunt you, even if these darkest hours last forever, and even if every star falls and the sun fails to rise…remember, you were never saved by sight anyway.
I know you better than you know yourself; and nothing can separate you from My love. I want to walk through this night with you, I want to be your guide and keep you safe. Because even if I don’t magically make it all go away, I can make you stronger through this. It’s only in your blindness that you can truly see. So close your eyes and trust Me and let Me guide you. Become that little child and reach for My hand…
…because I’m your Father and I love you no matter what.
I’m the One the winds and waves obey, so let Me guide you through them.
No. You are not alone…and you never were. I know life seemed bloated and brash. I was there all those times, just waiting for you to notice Me.
And now you have.
So welcome to your chorus, welcome to the better-made-you. Because a bold faith is just quiet trust with a little volume. And, yes, I see you over there…even if no one else does.
Written by: Alisha Mullett