I picture the “little girl” me standing face to face with the shell of me asking the “real” me to come out.
I know the shell of a woman
she gets busy
she gets tired
but continues with busy
I wonder if the busyness is because she doesn’t want to face something in her life
or something buried deep inside her shell
Sometimes her “busy” drives me crazy
I just want to shake her and say STOP! Be STILL and know that He is God!
But, like the Energizer Bunny she keeps going and going and going
and keeps hiding things in her shell
I really want to know this woman
know what’s hurting inside
when I realize
she only knows my shell too.
Christina Hernandez, April 2014