when the make-up is washed off..
when the dress is taken off..
when my hair is down and washed...
when my french manicure tips are erased...
and when the voices are all gone..
I am who God says I am.
nothing more.
nothing less.
words cannot describe how it feels when Abba looks at me (me, his daughter) and drowns me with his Abba arms and reminds me of who I am. All the lies that fill my mind, whether it may make me feel good or bad, are all drowned away. Illusions are just what they are. Illusions.
