Behind These Closed Doors

In the place where I don't have to fake a smile,

In the place where my pain is real,

In the place where no one else is watching,

This is the place where I am that little girl that hides in her Father's arms.

This is the place where He meets me and wipes my tears.

He whispers into my heart that everything is ok, that He is there and there's no need to fear.

It's in these moments, behind these closed doors, that I am aware of how real His love and mercy are. I never want to leave.

It's here that I hide from the world outside that spins without control.

From the reality that I face daily.

It's here that my heart matters.

In Your arms, I matter.