This Love Thing 2

They wore their masks with absolute commitment and dedication to the facade. He thought to himself an idea that was so deeply buried he could not even hear the thought, but it was there. A very real and telling part of him, "If I can make her think that I'm the man, then maybe when I look in the mirror I'll believe it myself." But he wasn't the only one with these buried ideas that barely registered consciously but clearly guided their everyday relationship choices. "If I can make him remember me as the Diva, then maybe I can find value in me too. I just need somebody to say it. Say it. Say I'm pretty, say I'm hot, say you like my dress, say you love my legs, maybe I should show a little more. Ok, that's perfect, I'm ready. Let's go." Let go into the lion's den and see who responds to me.

He wore this mask that looked like a man, but was really an angry boy. She wore this mask that looked like a woman, but was truly was a lonely girl. We enter into these relationships with the images and not the realities, and we beat each other up with our insecurities. I used to want a hero to save me. But my weakness could only attract a weak man and a strong God, but I chose the weak man over and over again. So now, in the darkest places I change my mind and I seek the One who made me, I seek His love to minister to me, to heal my brokenness, to restore me. And in the light of day when I am strong again with the power of God's love and clear with the blessing of His deliverance, I seek relationships with a whole heart, now. See, I'm a superhero myself, and I need a strong man with a big heart and a real relationship with the power of God's love to heal and deliver him from his own pains.

I'm not saying that from now on we have to be perfect and the people we love have to be perfect. I am saying that we have stop choosing relationships to feed and camouflage the worst in us. I am saying that we have take the mask off and let God deal with our hearts. The hearts that where broken as children when we were molested. The hearts that were devastated when we were betrayed. The hearts that were embittered because of bad relationship after bad relationship. I'm saying it is time to tell ourselves the truth, to deal in the harsh reality of the lies that we may have been living. I'm saying that it's time to grow up, to get close to Love and allow Him to deal with us intimately and honestly. It's time for us to trust God to grow us past the pain.

Pull the box of who you really are out of the closest. It's time to face heaven with the truth and come out as the real, honest and free person that God made you to be, mask free and whole. Remember, this is a process, so deal with one issue at a time, but set your will to see yourself, to do better and to get help.

My preferred help of choice is a Bible Believing Church that teaches the Practical Application of Gospel, one that keeps it simple, sweet, Biblical, real and practical so that I can get it. I have tried counselors and psychologist, but I get further with the Word which is Jesus who is the Son of God who is Love. So the Word is the greatest love letter ever written, once we understand it.

You can keep looking for love in other people, but I have finally learned that if I don't find out what real Love is then I won't know when I have encountered a hustler that calls himself a lover, when I have experienced lust that simply calls herself love, when I have fallen for lies that mask themselves as truth, when I have chosen out of my weakness instead of God's strength. Real Love waits for you. Real Love pulls the best out of you. Real Love never contradicts the God in you. Real Love loves you back for eternity. Real Love builds you up. Real Love challenges you. Real Love won't stop searching until He finds the best you. Real Love highlights your beauty. Real Love fights for you and not against you. Real Love loves real and Real Love brings integrity and standards and grace and freedom and honesty and excitement and happiness and joy and patience and everything that you truly need . . .

-MizJAI-