She radiates with her every move. She oozes confidence, charisma, and an endearing charm longed by so many. She’s beauty and grace wrapped in confidence and calmness. Her passion and energy light up any room.
She’s surrounded by thousands and people can’t seem to get enough of her; they’re drawn to her. They follow her. They adore her and stand behind her. They believe in her and trust her. She’s earned that. She reflects an integrity so few have.
She sits among a sea of people and yet remains alone. If they only knew what existed behind the smile she wears. If only they could see her gutted heart. If they knew the messiness of her seemingly put together life, would they care?
The weight of the world is tethered to her heart. The messiness of her fractured life she tries so desperately to keep hidden. Nobody can see, and nobody does see, because she can’t let them see. She can’t allow herself to be seen as less than what they want to believe.
So she smiles. Wondering if anyone recognizes the cracks. Wondering if anyone sees. Hoping that nobody sees, while at the same time desperately longing to be seen.
But He sees her. He sees the load she carries. He sees the weight of the world that has her in chains. He sees the bondage from years of heartbreak. He sees her captivity.
He is El Roi, the God who sees. The God who sees the bleeding heart. The God who sees the wounded soul. The God who sees the broken. That same God sees her. Every tear she shed held tightly in His bottle.
There’s nothing she walks through that can be hidden. There’s no suffering she endures that He won’t carry. When nobody else sees, He sees.
He put the ring of fire around her and said not only do I see you but I got you, and I’ve got your mess. I will walk with you, and when you can no longer walk I will carry you.
So, let it go. All of it. Surrender the load because it’s not yours to carry. It’s not yours to figure out. The burden doesn’t belong to you, it was never intended for you. Freedom and triumph come when preceded by surrender. There is power when we loosen our grip. Being bankrupt of self positions you for Him to step back in and finish what He started.
You are My precious child, My daughter, and I see you. Now, straighten your crown, get back in the fight because the battle is Mine. Hang onto Me as tight as you can because I will never let you go.