By +Jeanne Takenaka @JeanneTakenaka
My Five Minute Friday prompt this week is—REAL. This largely unedited “rough draft” form of writing stretches this perfectionist, in the best of ways. I write for five minutes on a given topic. If you’re interested in learning more about 5-Minute Fridays, check out our hostess, Kate Motaung’s site. Or, click on the link at the bottom of this post. As you read my simpler Friday posts, I hope you’ll join in the conversation!
I grew up in a world where people made fun of me. Mocked me. Spit upon me.
I learned pretty early on that being real got a girl ostracized. At school anyway. My family loved me, and that brought comfort.
Growing up, I determined to do whatever it took to fit in, to be accepted. Even if that meant not being the entire “real” me. It was safer for my heart to be accepted than it was to step out in brave-ness and be who I really was. And part of my heart— the essence of me—was lost.
It wasn’t until my thirties that I realized I was trying to live life around a gaping wound in my heart. It hurt to look back on choices made because of my fear of rejection.
Was it safe to be who I really am? Would people condemn me for being . . . me?
God took me through a journey I don’t have time to go into now. It’s been painful. He’s shown me I don’t have to look like I have it all together. People may not always accept me. And that’s okay.
Because my Abba does. He created me. He knows the real me. He knows the wounds of my past and has the salve for my present.
God’s showing me that the real me is enough. Because of Him.
And I’m learning that as I am real with other people? They are drawn to Jesus in me. And they accept me as . . . me.
It’s only Jesus in me that can bring beauty from the wounds. Healing from the hurts. And reveal truth to transform the lies.
He is the One who is real. And He’s teaching me how to be a real reflection of Him—reflecting His love to those around me.
Being real is scary. But this step-by-step journey of trusting God to create in me all that He intended for me to be? The messiest, most difficult, most freeing journey I’ve ever walked.
What about you? Do you struggle with being real with those around you? How do you live real in your life?
Vist Kate Motaung’s Five Minute Friday post—Real