Hidden in Plain Sight

Hidden in plain sight — seen but not heard.The beauty I possess became a distraction from the inner channel of my soul.I never saw the beauty; I only saw what made me different. For years, I hid behind that beauty and, in doing so, I killed my soul — because the world desired what was on the outside, while God was calling me to reveal what He planted within.

As fear crept in, I allowed the world to shape my image. I kept chasing nothing more than the illusion of outdoing myself, clinging to the promise of a king who I thought could ease the pain I carried. I didn’t trust God to remove it.

When I finally walked into healing, I gave it to Him. But as I grew impatient, waiting to see in myself what God already saw, I slipped into reckless behavior — trying to backtrack, all while wearing the shine of His anointing. Yet, in the process, I tarnished the work He had done in me and became part of the world once again. My heart was willing, but my flesh was weak.

I was buried within myself, clinging to those who refused to leave me. Still, God never gave up. His love overwhelmed me — love that was out of this world. He showed me that people may fail me, but His love never leaves. His grace is sufficient.

I had become a shell of a person, giving the world what it wanted — my looks — while silencing my voice. I allowed people to use me, afraid to walk in my Father’s footsteps because I knew the path led to the crucifix. Fear overpowered my thoughts. I knew that if I truly walked in purpose, I would be crucified — not for my past, but for standing firm in what I believe.

Becoming a victim not of shame, but of truth — I faced giants that beat me, scared me, and spat on me. Yet, the closer I walked into purpose, the nearer I came to hanging naked before the world — exposing everything I once hid, being ridiculed, and dying to my own will.

Walking in purpose is not a beautiful or elegant journey. Yet, as my Father said, He lives in me, and without Him, I am nothing but dust. The weight is heavy, the burden intense — carrying instructions that force me to leave behind those I love, exposing my scars and pain. But the will of God is greater than me. Lives depend on my obedience, on me taking my rightful position.

My people perish for lack of knowledge, and I bear the cost when I let my flesh rule instead of freeing His people from the same prison I once lived in.

I am not who I used to be. The battle begins in the mind — and until I win that battle, I will remain in this cycle of death and darkness.

Lord, lead my steps .Align my mind with Your will for my life.