The American culture has brainwashed many people to embrace their faults and not to deal with them. Go ahead and curse someone out, if you feel like it. Go ahead and kill someone, if you feel like it. Get the pattern? Instead of someone telling you, girl you have an issue. Or admitting it to yourself, people now want us to sugarcoat everything.
The moment someone is called out they shout, “Don’t judge me!”
How about I’m not judging you. You’re actions are speaking clear enough for me to make a prediction about your character. Here are my thoughts after encountering countless people who say with their mouths “I am sorry,” but their heart is far from it. Believe me, there is a difference. Enjoy…
Have you ever asked yourself, “How’d I get here… again?” Ever made a mistake over and over and repeatedly repented? Then before you know it, you are in a dark room sobbing uncontrollably looking into the darkness feeling hopeless.
Your hopelessness turning into doubt. Your doubt turning into content.
Content that has you now believing it’s okay to shrug it off, and just continue to drink until you’ve neglected your wife and children. Have sex until you end up with an STD or end up having yet again, another abortion. Continue to hurt people countlessly while failing to realize you are hurting yourself as well.
Once again you shrug it off, wipe off your tears, and reapply your mask.
Lipstick to hide the sting of your words. Mascara to open your lifeless eyes. Blush to appear sweet, though you sting like a bee. Foundation to smooth out your rough edges. You apply your mask as you do every single day. Hoping no one will be able to unravel your true self. Instead of cleaning up your actions you cover the blemishes. You continually sweep it under the carpet and proclaim, “I’ll deal with it later.”
The time comes for you to unravel your sins and you ignore them once again. When will the pleading end? When will anxiety loose its hold? Or is it there to stay?
Are you truly sorry, if you continually repeat your mistakes? Does applying your makeup cause you to feel better about yourself? I believe you may be hiding something, something now bigger than yourself.
Watch your actions they become your habits.
Watch your habits they become your character.
Watch your character it becomes your destiny.
So glance in the mirror once again. Barefaced with tears running down your delicate skin, look yourself in your penetrating eyes, and proclaim… “I have faults and I’m dealing with them, before it’s too late.”