Note: I wrote the following last spring during my backpacking trip in Europe. Read more HERE. Funny how the same anxieties follow me to Fort Worth.
I will tell you more about Prague,
But yesterday I was sitting in a YWAM prayer time with Laken and Treg. We were all praying for the ministry of Pick-A-Pocket. As I was praying I began to think about my time in Prague vs. Taize.
Such contrasting experiences
I saw the reverent, prayerful side of Krisi. And the cowering, cautious version of myself.
I was hit with a Derek Zoolander-esk state of "who am I?"
I have donned so many masks that I cannot even tell you what lies beneath them all.
To my Christian brothers and sisters I will appear authentic and outgoing.
To the world of young travelers I am a fellow pursuer of pleasure, constantly reserved.
In my home I will skirt around my interests to protect the convictions of others.
In the business world I will pursue networking and self-advancement.
In NGO's I will be a pioneer against injustice.
Where ever you are, who ever you are, I will find a way to belong; to connect; to be well liked.
At the end of it all:
I am a little girl who cries in train stations when there are no seats.
I am a passionate lover of french cheese.
I am an often naive, seeker of male affection.
I am afraid of rejection and cower at displeasing others.
I have not yet learned to love my sister as I should.
I enjoy beauty, conversation and connection.
I become frustrated when I cannot break down the walls others hide behind.
I am a Christian who is distastefully crippled and struggling to create agenda-less friendships
with those who do not share my faith.
And I am tired.
Ready to tear off the mask.