You Are Not Who They See The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart. I Samuel 16:7 I remember growing up and feeling judged by my classmates. My parents felt that making me wear dresses, and not cut my hair or wear earrings made me holy in some way. Personally I think it made them feel more righteous, but alas they wanted the very best for their daughter and felt that seeing to it that I was dressed according to their convictions was the right thing to do. I remember being teased relentlessly, because all of the other girls wore bell bottoms and smock tops. I wanted to do all the things they were doing and couldn’t because I was in a dress. I wanted others to see me as the girl who loved to jump rope, run races, swim and compete. It seemed that no one could get past my outward packaging, or how I was adorned. That part of my life ended and after I had children, I was judged for their appearances and be
The sound broke over her head like a tidal wave into a cliff. The truth bursting from the depths of what had seemed like insanity. The same way a geyser blows through a hole in the earth. The lies once held to protect them, now falling each, like petals from a tree. She created that pretty tree for the enjoyment of the babes she loved. Giving one last look at its now naked starkness, she bends gracefully picking up her shawl and smiles... It was so tenderly made in silence. Smiling as she wraps herself in its honesty, she walks away silently, from the gnarled nakedness of the whipping tree.