Pursue me.
Break through my defenses.
Come crashing through
these internal walls
that hide me from you.
I long to fall into
your loving arms.
But I cannot
find my way
through this maze
of fear.
Come.
Find me.
Set me free.
——
The Spirit of the Lord is on me…he has sent me
to proclaim freedom for the prisoners.
Luke 4: 16-18
From Heaven at my Door by Juanita Ryan
I am relate to this part of the poem:
Come crashing through
these internal walls
that hide me from you.
I have ALWAYS wanted to be invisible for various reasons. This has just been brought to my attention recently from one of my friends in recovery. I have even wanted to be invisible, even to God. Never thought I mattered. This is somewhat of a painful discovery. Being aware and conscious of this is helpful and allows me to know what to pray and meditate about.
I still want to stay hidden………..