God sees behind your carefully crafted mask, and He likes what’s there. He likes it better.
Forget the image. Stop puttin’ on. Leave behind the corpse of propped-up machismo that didn’t fit you anyway.
Bury your religion and embrace the one wild adventure that God calls your life.
You can! — because He did. Time is short. Societal pressure has you losing the baggage around your hips while loading baggage on your heart: so trade one for the other and let yourself out to play.
Set sail for reckless joy, abandoned freedom, a love that expects nothing but to give itself away.
This is who He is: and this is who you are.
Believe: hope: love. This is you.