I wore a mask for a long time……..I mean a really long time…….like for years. It was a pretty good mask too. It did its job well. It kept people at a safe distance and gave them something nice to look at. It was a mask of a put together, happily married and secure woman. But underneath it was a scared, damaged, prideful, insecure and lonely girl.
You see, because of things I dealt with as a child, addiction and abuse, I learned that if I performed well, I was accepted. If I acted like I had my crap together, if I acted happy, if I acted strong, then I would always have validation. So, I spent a lot of time working on my mask, perfecting it, cleaning it, altering it and securing it to my face well, when in fact I should have been working on the junk and mess underneath the mask. Instead of facing hard truths, instead of changing and replacing bad self talk, I would just add another layer of make up to my mask, make it nice and shiny and go on seeking validation and finding my worth in the acceptance of others.
When you rip off a mask that you have worn for so long, it reveals raw flesh. That flesh is sensitive and needs protection and nutrients to grow back properly. I have ripped off the mask and am now working on getting that raw exposed skin the protection and nutrients it needs to grow back healthy.
If you look at my raw skin you’ll see someone who is afraid of rejection, afraid that she will be abandoned again, that she is not good enough, that her flaws are too great in number, that she isn’t understood, that she isn’t likeable and that she isn’t worth it.
I decided a few months ago that I’d rather live a raw, honest life, even if it’s messy, than the life I lived behind that mask. The truth is I don’t have it all together, not even close. The truth is that I wasn’t honest with my friends and family about the struggles I was facing in my life and in my marriage. The truth is that I got lost for a time and made mistakes that hurt my husband, my kids, my friends and my family and that almost cost me my marriage. The truth is that I stopped looking to my God as my source of validation and acceptance…….wait……the real truth is that I never really fully submitted myself to Him in order to put my whole identity inside the light of His love. Even in my relationship with God, I held some things back. The ugly truth is that I never fully trusted Him with those dark places.
I see now that I was living a fake life. I was acting. I performed day after day and was living this half existence, not fully submitted or dependent upon on Him. I have ripped the mask off and now I stand here exposed and raw and vulnerable. I am desperately searching for my identity in Christ and totally and wholly dependent upon Him. I have a lot of renovating to do. I am tearing things out and allowing Him to tear things out, to tear my broken places down so that He can rebuild me. He is the source of nutrients for this raw skin.
I will no longer wear a mask. As uncomfortable as it is, I will stand with my real self, flaws and all, totally exposed. And here in this place of total vulnerability I am learning that I am loved by Him right where I am, in spite of all I have done, and that He wants to rebuild me and reshape not only how I see Him but how I see myself. My life may not always be pretty but it’s finally real. And I so thank God that He is not through with me yet.