Recently, I spent some time in the mask aisle with my 10-year old. We found masks for every alias one could imagine. You could be as striking or scaring as you desire. It’s amazing how much things have changed in 3 decades…then again, it’s amazing how much they’ve stayed the same.
I don’t know about you, but it seems that I have a hard time keeping those masks packed away lately. File that in the “Should Know Better” category. To some, I want to be more of the superhero. To a few, I might desire to appear slightly more sinister. I guess to all, I would want to be more saintly. Fortunately, there are those who love me in spite of my masks. You’d think that would suffice my desire to appear as someone I am not. But, here I am reaching for the mask again…
Regardless of what you choose to do with this day, take comfort in knowing that when the mask breaks, falls or is taken off, there is One who still loves you despite the identity crisis. Now, that’s worth celebrating!
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