Jesus in Me

There are parts of me that remain unseen because being seen is more crippling than being me.

Vulnerability is the burden of being seen.

So I remain unseen by planting artificial flowers in the dirt of what you can’t see.

Covering me with pretty sights that are slowly withering.

I don’t like to get dirty pulling the weeds that choke me.

It’s killing me.

What you see isn’t the real me.

Everything is just a mirage of what I wish to be:

Whole, but I’m empty

Faithful, but I’m wavering

Beautiful, but I’m wearing insecurity

Hopeful, but I’m doubting

Strong, but I’ve given up

Peaceful, but I’m raging

Friendly, but I keep to myself

Lovely, but I won’t love myself

But there’s One who sees more than a glimpse of me. He sees what I was meant to be.

He sees the parts of me I’ve labeled unclean, and speaks,


I won’t look at those parts of me.

How can this be?

Jesus in me is always rising, even when I try to cover the light He is shining.

One day I hope to be all He sees in me.

Until then, I’ll keep hiding, hoping you can only see who I pretend to be.

“So no wonder we don’t give up. For even though our outer person gradually wears out, our inner being is renewed every single day. We view our slight, short-lived troubles in the light of eternity. We see our difficulties as the substance that produces for us an eternal, weighty glory far beyond all comparison, because we don’t focus our attention on what is seen but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but the unseen realm is eternal.”
‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭4:16-18‬ ‭TPT‬‬

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