You know the me that smiles and laughs.

You know the me that shows up and fights for herself.

You know the me that sits in the back, blending in with the crowd.

You know the me that holds it all together.

You know the me that is strong and independent.

You know the me that works hard and pushes through.

But do you really know me?

Do you know the me that cries and behind that smile is a hurting heart?

Do you know the me that is tired of fighting and wants to give up?

Do you know the me that is scared to fully be herself and that is why she sits in the back just hoping she won’t be noticed?

Do you know the me that can’t take on another thing because she will drop the ball on everything if she does?

Do you know the me that’s weak and feels like her world is falling apart?

Do you know the me that is tired and exhausted and just needs a moment to rest?

Do you know the real me?

Do you know the me that’s not perfect?

Do you know the me that needs a savior?

Do you know the real me?

You may not really know me and that’s okay, but there is one who does.

He sees my tears and collects each one.

He mends my broken heart.

He fights my battles when I can’t.

He sees me and fully looks at me in every state of life and in every emotion I carry.

He brings me rest, restores my soul, and brings peace over my mind.

He sees the innermost part of my soul and still loves all that is there