You don’t know me.

I recently read somewhere, probably online. That it takes about three to four years to really get to know someone. It’s funny because we all wear masks in this life. We have the mask we wear at work, the mask some wear at church and then at home we usually get to take off that mask and be ourselves.

Many times we guard ourselves from wounds and insecurities from our past. When we spend time with close friends we may not even feel confident enough to trust in them and reveal ourselves completely. And thus many live their lives, among so many without truly being known.

There is a peace though, even if your afraid and find comfort in those masks and feel safe keeping a distance from those in your life to give all to Jesus. He truly knows you.  He is yours and you are his beloved. He knows your fears and is always there to run to when you feel the pain of not being truly known.

I believe we fear that if we are truly known to those we love, we may lose their love, that they may see how damaged and flawed we can be and that is when fear creeps in and no one likes rejection. So there we go running to our masks, portraying only a glimpse of the real you, the aspects you feel safe showing the world.

If you ever find someone that you can bare your soul to and have their complete trust, hold on to that. That is rare.