It scares me how often we deceive ourselves, thinking that no one will notice our little weaknesses, our secret thoughts 😔. We smile, put on a show, but inside there is a storm. And then a strange feeling comes: if God sees all this, is it worth hiding something even from yourself?

I catch myself thinking that in relationships we often try to seem better than we are. We sacrifice ourselves, adapt, tolerate what we do not want. And He sees. And this is both comforting and frightening. Because the truth is always on the surface, even if we hide it under layers of smiles and words. ✨

And sometimes I feel relieved: you can drop the mask, stop playing roles, because God still sees the truth. Maybe this is what gives you strength - to be real, even if no one else notices it.

But the question that worries me: why are we so afraid of being seen, even when there is someone who already sees everything? 🤔