Chronicles of a people pleaser.

For years I have acted so my image will tattoo itself on the eyelids of my peers. So, when they blink, my character will flash across their mental screen and see the credits roll for my name. But now, when my own eyes have opened and closed sealed with tears and exhaustion, I have found my lens of focus. I can only control my intentions, not the outcome. If my image is pixelized to someone else, I will not be sad. God knows my name, God crafted and constructed my vessel. Opinions come and go, but the truth always flows. It doesn’t matter what other people think when they blink. I’m for him, and he’s for me. I’m not doing things for them, I will do things for him. I’d rather God use me, then people just see me.