Beneath my proud facade
So confident to the world
So in control and exuberant,
I secretly searched.
Masked with extroversion
Veiled with busyness
Shrouded by seeming success.
I frantically searched.
Sailing through life
Others only saw an illusion
The wind at my back,
Winged for flight.
But the void was there.
It haunted my dreams and shadowed my days
I hid it well.
My ready smile radiated and momentarily I could forget myself, forget my search. But in a blink it was back, that searing flash, that heavy load.
From little girls dreams to big girl visions, I looked to others to fix, and heal, and make whole. Though I knew it was no one else’s responsibility to make me happy, to guide my life, I still had that longing, that need to be cared for.
But we are only human. I fall short and disappoint others regularly. How can I expect more of my fellow man, than I can give myself?
With careful tread over the years, I began to read more, to study more, and find the answers I longed for.
The people we revere, the athlete, the minister, the politician, the friend, will all fall down. And I will stumble over and over.
But there is one who will never fail us. I’d studied him in bible class since I could walk.
I’d memorized his words, I’d been encouraged and molded by him for years—through the mouths of others.
And though I professed to be his child, I largely ignored him. Except when it was convenient, or when I needed something.
The gift he had given to me, I didn’t recognize for years. I knew the song said he loved me, but I thought he just wanted me to blindly obey his rules.
I never thought he wanted a two-way relationship.
That he yearned for my praise and company.
That he was the hero-gift I’d been looking for all along.
The hero who would never let me down.
The hero who was fierce enough to fight Satan’s armies for me,
The hero who was strong enough to crush my foe,
Who cared enough to give me guidelines and rules to make my life easier.
Yet was tender enough to write my name on his hand.
The hero who sent his only son to die a terrible death of pain, ridicule and scorn,
For me
So I could be saved from Satan’s clutches,
And someday sit as his feet as a beloved child of THE KING.
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Romans 8:39 Neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
-Do you yearn for a hero?
-Let God fill that void for you— no one else can. Say a prayer of thanksgiving and write this verse on your heart, in your bible or on a notecard and put in a prominent place.