The Masks We Wear

Hi everyone, I had to do an appeal at church yesterday. And there was something God gave me to read out for my sisters. It was a glimpse inside the mind of a woman, getting ready for church, yet again. Her thoughts. It was suggested after service, that I add it to this blog. So in Faith, I pray that you all receive it as well. If you are in church, dare to remove your mask. And if you are not actively in church, don't be deterred by the Masks everyone else may be wearing. Here it goes.


I love you all!! Be Blessed!!!

The Masks We Wear

I go to church every Wednesday and usually 2 services on Sunday.

I have always heard that when you are sick, you go to the hospital.

So when your spirit is sick, you go to the spiritual hospital.

For me, it just so happens to be my favorite place to be anyways, so it’s easy.

 

I always have a smile for everyone, just like everyone always seem to have a smile for me.

It makes us all feel really good. You always feel better when someone gives you that cheerful smile!

But it doesn’t change the fact that we are all in the spiritual hospital.

 

Yes it seems like everyone is so happy. And even if they aren’t really sick in their spirit, they must not be so bad off because they can still smile and dance and praise.

 

So it must be just me this week. So again, off to the spiritual hospital I go, cause there is only one person that can help me. And that’s Jesus. No doubt there.  So let me go ahead and put on this mask another week, so all they can see is my smile. It’s just enough to cover the pain in my eyes, and the redness of my nose so they won’t be able to tell that I’ve been crying all night. If all they see is my smile, they won’t ask questions. I don’t need to be telling them my business anyways. Right Kilmal?

 

I wonder if Pastor went through this in her marriage. Cause I don’t know how to handle this situation. I can’t ask her. No, I can’t bother her. She is trying to run a church and do lots of things. Then I’m sure she is trying to also give her own husband some kind of time. She has plenty to deal with. No need to add my piddly stuff.

 

I wonder if Chrissy went through this with Pat and Ebony. No, she is busy with the Salon and music venture. And even after that, she has other things to handle. No time there either.

 

I wonder if Ave ever has any after effects of the abuse she dealt with. No, she is busy. She working, has her businesses, lots of ministries, and can’t forget, she got a new man. She REALLY don’t have time to talk about this kind of stuff.

 

I wonder if Ms Harriett can help me with a plan to get credit and finances in order to be really ready to buy that house! I just can’t catch her. No, church is not the place to be talking about that stuff anyways.

 

How in the world do I balance work life, family life and ministry??? I wonder if Yolanda can have a chat with me about that!! Plus, she will keep it real if I’m doing something wrong. She has that way of telling me the real, and my feelings never get hurt. She is so awesome to talk to. No, she got a lot of things going on, like her own job, family and ministry… sigh.

 

Is there anyone else broken out there? Is there anyone else like me with a hole in their heart that won’t go away? Is there anyone else that is going through what I’m going through? Is there anyone that can strengthen me to keep fighting while God does His perfect work in me?

 

Or is everyone living the great life that we all seem to be when we are in church. Fact of the matter is, I know the ministers, they are my sisters, but everyone has lives. Maybe I can find someone with the same red puffy eyes that I have. Maybe I can find someone with the same thoughts I have too. Someone that is just as busy and trying to balance things out. Maybe there is someone with the same marital challenges? Is there anyone?

Or maybe, just maybe, it’s not all about me…. Maybe Just Maybe, I’m someone’s solution.

Maybe I’m the one that has already gone through something and someone else needs to hear about it.
Maybe I’m the one that went through the abuse in marriage and they need my story for hope.

Maybe I’m the one who went through the divorce and wondered if God was disappointed.

Maybe I’m holding someone’s solution of how to cross from party alcoholic to drink free and happy.

Maybe I’m holding someone’s solution of how to quit smoking cigarettes.

Maybe….. just maybe, I actually might be someone’s solution….

Maybe, just maybe, there IS more to me than what EVEN I can see…

 

But whose solution am I? If we are all wearing masks. If you can’t see me and I can’t see you, how do we help each other?  I wonder if there is a way that I can connect with other women. Other sisters in the church. If everyone is really wearing a mask during church, maybe when we are outside of the church, we can all take the masks off and maybe I can find WHO the one is that is holding my solution. And in turn, I can find out whose solution I’m holding as well.

 

Let’s take off our masks.