Who are we Fooling?

The other day we were at the country kid version of a shopping mall. We visited the local Wal-Mart. We purchased groceries, toiletries and a few odds and ends. All in one store! Isn't life in the 21st century grand?

Right at the entrance is a big bin of these animal masks. Snowflake put 1 on and said, "Guess who it is! I bet you don't know it is me. I look just like a bear panda."

How often have I put on a "mask" and pretended to be someone I was not (or pretended to feel a way I did not feel)? Often. Too often I lie. When I'm asked "How are you?" I lie and say, "I'm good." Or "I'm fine." When the opposite is true.

I can be deep in a pit and still wanting to put on that mask of having it all figured out. I fear just as Snowflake was easily recognizable, so are my silly words.

Why do we pretend? We all have our reasons. For me, it isn't wanting to bother others with my struggles. Or not knowing how to ask for the right help.

Thankfully there is one person who ALWAYS sees through the facade and has the perfect advice and assistance. God wants to take our masks and give us peace and joy. We just have to be willing to receive it.

"Come to me all you who are weary and I will give you rest." (Jesus)

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