In my mid thirties I belonged to a young married women’s Sunday School class. As I sat there and listened to the women share their prayer requests I wondered if I was the only person that struggled with their role as a wife, mother, or career woman.
It seemed that all of the prayer requests were superficial and trivial compared to what was going on in my life. So I smiled and acted as though my life too was without any discord; however, hidden underneath my plastic smile was a world of hurt.
I mustered up the courage to reveal my real needs. Slowly two other women opened up and shared exactly how they felt.
No longer were we wearing a mask, pretending all was well. The reality was that our hearts were breaking and we had allowed our pride to prevent us from reaching out. We believed we were alone…how far from the truth that was.
I learned that day that I was not alone. Learning this showed me that there was joy in the midst of the chaos we call life. Rather than hiding behind my mask — pretending that my life was a Hallmark card, I chose to be real, to reach out to the body of Christ and allow my sisters in Christ to help me through the situation I was in – whether it was big or small I knew I needed their prayers.
I learned that in the midst of the pain and heartache …there was HOPE, hope in Christ.
That Sunday our class stood around the three of us. Each woman laid their hands on us and prayed. Our class was never the same. Slowly we began to reveal ourselves to one another. Like an onion being peeled one layer at a time, we gradually exposed our inner most needs. It was a great privilege to pray for my sisters in Christ. Rather than leaving class feeling alone and hopeless, each of us knew we were not alone. Our relationships with one another grew as did our relationship with Christ.
“Answer me when I call to you, Oh my righteous God. Give me relief from my distress; be merciful to me and hear my prayer.” Psalm 4:1
Take off your mask today. Let’s be real.