This was written by a dear dear friend of mine and I absolutely love it. I hope you are as encouraged by at as I was. Thank you friend for letting me post this!
I Am Me
So you think you know me. You think you’ve got me figured out.
With the small silver cross around my throat it didn’t take you long to understand who I am.
I am ‘that Christian girl’. You know the kind I’m talking about.
The kind that wouldn’t have anything worth while to put into a slam.
That “Christian girl” who has nothing better to do than sit around and judge you for the way you chose to live your life.
You know that “Christian girl” who’s all religious and finds anyone who doesn’t share her opinion meaningless,
That “Christian girl” who’s faith is born out of ignorance, who sees dancing and alcohol and sex and drugs and gays and lesbians and ‘sins’ as a genuine disturbance.
One of those “Christian girls” who wears her shirts too high and skirts too long, walking around with a giant “V” on her forehead.
The type of “Christian girl” who doesn’t know the meaning of real strife,
With her picture perfect mom and picture perfect dad and picture perfect sister and picture perfect life.
Man it must be good to be her... I mean me.
But wait, if you really knew me you’d know more than just the stereotype. You’d know the story behind the necklace.
You’d know that my life is plummeting down, down, down, like Alice in the Rabbit Hole.
You’d know the burdens are piled on so heavy gravity itself can’t seem to keep me up and I’m left helpless. You would know that the only judgment I pass is on myself when I look into the mirror every morning, you’d know the clothes I wear cover up my insecurities within my soul.
And if you really knew me you would see the not-so-picture-perfect mess behind the picture perfect mask, you would know the heartbreak of a family trying to keep it all together when everything around them is falling apart.
So if you really knew me, you would know about my battle with depression. Depression so intense I could feel its coil growing tighter over the years, as if The Snake himself was squeezing the life out of me, feasting on my fears and sadness, feeding me lies and deceit. I felt like Alice trying to find her way out of the rabbit hole, being so convinced of the lies it became harder and harder to find my way back to reality.
Do you know me?
This is who I am:
I am a girl.
I wear a cross as a reminder that I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.
I am a girl who believes that “God did not send His son into the world to condemn the world but that the world through Him might be saved.” And so I try to live the same, passing judgment only on myself in hopes of living those words out loud.
I am a girl who values everything you are and all you have to offer, no matter how different your opinion.
I am a girl who believes that she is more than a body, more than what any earthly man might think of her, more than the vessel that’s only job is to carry the soul.
I am a girl that believes that God’s love can change you and make you whole.
I am a girl who defeated the demons of depression on the battlefield that was my life.
I am a girl who has made it back to the other side of the looking glass.
I am a Christian girl, not to be confused with “That Christian Girl”. That’s who I am.
And this was my best attempt at a slam.
I Am Me
So you think you know me. You think you’ve got me figured out.
With the small silver cross around my throat it didn’t take you long to understand who I am.
I am ‘that Christian girl’. You know the kind I’m talking about.
The kind that wouldn’t have anything worth while to put into a slam.
That “Christian girl” who has nothing better to do than sit around and judge you for the way you chose to live your life.
You know that “Christian girl” who’s all religious and finds anyone who doesn’t share her opinion meaningless,
That “Christian girl” who’s faith is born out of ignorance, who sees dancing and alcohol and sex and drugs and gays and lesbians and ‘sins’ as a genuine disturbance.
One of those “Christian girls” who wears her shirts too high and skirts too long, walking around with a giant “V” on her forehead.
The type of “Christian girl” who doesn’t know the meaning of real strife,
With her picture perfect mom and picture perfect dad and picture perfect sister and picture perfect life.
Man it must be good to be her... I mean me.
But wait, if you really knew me you’d know more than just the stereotype. You’d know the story behind the necklace.
You’d know that my life is plummeting down, down, down, like Alice in the Rabbit Hole.
You’d know the burdens are piled on so heavy gravity itself can’t seem to keep me up and I’m left helpless. You would know that the only judgment I pass is on myself when I look into the mirror every morning, you’d know the clothes I wear cover up my insecurities within my soul.
And if you really knew me you would see the not-so-picture-perfect mess behind the picture perfect mask, you would know the heartbreak of a family trying to keep it all together when everything around them is falling apart.
So if you really knew me, you would know about my battle with depression. Depression so intense I could feel its coil growing tighter over the years, as if The Snake himself was squeezing the life out of me, feasting on my fears and sadness, feeding me lies and deceit. I felt like Alice trying to find her way out of the rabbit hole, being so convinced of the lies it became harder and harder to find my way back to reality.
Do you know me?
This is who I am:
I am a girl.
I wear a cross as a reminder that I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.
I am a girl who believes that “God did not send His son into the world to condemn the world but that the world through Him might be saved.” And so I try to live the same, passing judgment only on myself in hopes of living those words out loud.
I am a girl who values everything you are and all you have to offer, no matter how different your opinion.
I am a girl who believes that she is more than a body, more than what any earthly man might think of her, more than the vessel that’s only job is to carry the soul.
I am a girl that believes that God’s love can change you and make you whole.
I am a girl who defeated the demons of depression on the battlefield that was my life.
I am a girl who has made it back to the other side of the looking glass.
I am a Christian girl, not to be confused with “That Christian Girl”. That’s who I am.
And this was my best attempt at a slam.
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