Smile

Behind our smiling faces lies the truth, broken faces, broken people who suffer needlessly, tirelessly by themselves, alone. Behind these faces are hopes, behind these faces are dreams, visions, ideas and hope for the future, usually hope that becomes squandered by the world, by the place that gives us so much joy and so much grief. Behind those faces are people, souls, family, and friends, those who love us and those who despise us, those who would do anything for us and those who would not lift a finger to help another. Behind those faces are deep friendships and others that will only last for a time. Behind those faces are ones who have rejected us and ones who accept us as we truly are...

Thoughts of closeness and thoughts of distance, thoughts of great happiness and grief, thoughts of understanding and of confusion. Sometimes those faces are complicated and other times so simple and strait-forward, sometimes pessimistic and other times optimistic in spite of circumstances. Some have problems, trials, temptations, pain, and suffering. some are running from their past while others are unsure of their future. Some sit still in the present while others are too busy to appreciate anything in the now. Some are too emotional and others too intellectual in their pursuits. Some want romance while others want practicality. Some have given up on their hopes and dreams while other persevere to find them lived-out. Some follow the extremes of life while others follow balance and moderation.

Some write words to encourage while others write words to judge. Some write without knowing what may come, who they will meet, or where they will go. Some write because it gives them voice when they have no other. Some speak with fire and other with soft compassion. Some people hear and listen while others ignore. Some people connect with others while others run away. Some people hide themsleves, hide from themselves because of the truth they wish not to face. They hide behind their smiling faces, their clean-cut image when underneath they are breaking, falling, broken. They lift up there eyes and cry for help.

Will God hear them? Will God heal them? Will God change something? Will something new happen? Is there hope? Where will life go from here? Will I depend on Jesus? Will I find strength from my Savior? When will all this be done? When will I be made new? When will I be broken no more? when will I see faces smiling with no facades, no hidden pains, but only pure joy beneath? That time when there will be no worry, no anxiety, only life and peace. That day when brokenness is broken and joy is made complete.

~ Daniel

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