This is from one of our Blog Post contest winners.
I’m the kind of girl who hates to cry
I cover up with a laugh but really I’m dyin’ inside
I’d stay up late into the night
Crying because I couldn’t face the light,
I was dyin’ inside
Mia put down her pen and began strumming on her guitar; her lips moved as she silently mouthed the words of this first verse of a song she was writing. If there was one thing she knew, it was pain. Not physical pain, but a constant pain she kept inside.
Her parents had no idea how she felt, and she didn’t know how to approach them with something like this. She’d never felt very special. She’d always been overshadowed by the achievements of her younger brothers and sisters. It hurt, knowing that her parents weren’t as proud or as happy about what she was interested in. What hurt even more was the fact that when she expressed an interest in music, neither of her parents seemed to notice, whereas when her younger sister expressed an interest in it, they went out of their way to teach her what she wanted to know.
She picked up her pen again and began writing.
Do you know what that feels like?
People not seeing through your disguise?
I’m waiting for someone who’s brave enough to see
That through this mask that something’s killing me
I’m dyin’ inside
Mia brushed away another tear and picked up her phone and read the text message. It was from Tammy.
Hey, it said, how are you doing?
Heyyy Tammaayy I’m doing okay I guess, Mia quickly texted back.
That’s great! Tammy replied.
Mia pressed her lips together and kept writing the song. Then, another text came, and the personalized ringtone sang, “I love you more than the sun and the stars that I taught how to shine…”
Is everything okay? Ashlynn, the youth pastor’s sister, had just texted her.
Another text from Ashlynn: I just felt an overwhelming urge to pray for you. I just wanted you to know that I’m here for you whenever you need anything!
Mia felt tears welling up in her eyes as she continued writing.
I’ve fooled everyone with a laugh and a smile
I try to shake these feelings for a while
But then I heard Someone whispering my name
You said, “Come here child, I’ll hold you tight
“I’ll give you peace to deal with this hectic life,
“I’ll give you strength so that you can keep holding on tight,
“I’ll give you hope so that you will keep going on,
“I’ll give you life so that you can stop dyin’ inside.”
Thanks, Ash! I’ve actually been battling feelings of inadequacy and bitterness.
After a short pause, Mia quickly sent another text. Sorry, I sound like I’m whining!
It’s okay, girl! Never feel ashamed to tell me what’s really bothering you, came the reply. But I think God wants you to know that He’s holding you right now. Even when you can’t feel it. He’s always got your back! And I do to!
Mia continued writing the song.
So now I can finally see
And I finally accept and believe
That Jesus has got my back
He’s got it through the attack
But for anyone who is struggling with life
For anyone who’s dyin’ inside
Hey, Mia! Greg, a friend from her church who was like the older brother she never had, texted her. Got some pretty amazing news: you don’t have to die anymore. Jesus is right by your side. Just keep holding on! P.S. Hebrews 13:5 “…I will neither leave thee nor forsake thee.” P.S. 2… I really don’t know why I just told you that…but I hope it helps!
The amazing part was that Mia hadn’t even told him about how she’d been feeling.
Another verse was added to the song:
You don’t have to die anymore
He’s here to calm all your storms
So go on, run into His arms
Where He’ll keep you safe from all harm
Her phone rang. At first she ignored it, trying to think of what seemed to be missing, until she heard the lyrics from the personalized ringtone: “…If you’re a ship and you’re lost in the ocean, I’ll be the wind in your sails, give you motion, I will guide you home…”
She answered it.
“I wanted to say this so that you could hear it, instead of just reading it through a text,” the person on the other line said. She recognized the voice and smiled. It was Jackie, her friend back in Wisconsin.
“Hey, what’s up, Jackie?”
“Remember that melody line that you sang right before you moved?” Jackie asked.
“I had an idea. It’s just a few lines, but I’ve got something.”
“Okay, let’s hear it.”
Those last four lines were the end of her song:
Now I’m not saying life won’t be hard
But I know that God is never far
He’s always been by your side
He’s always been holding you tight
Soon after hanging up with Jackie, her phone rang again. As she reached for the phone, Mia sighed and smiled through tears that she hadn’t realized had been falling down her cheeks, wondering if she’d ever get some peace to actually play through the whole song.
“Hey, Mia,” her father said. “I just wanted to say that I’m proud of you. Love you!” then he hung up.
Mia cried. She’d never felt so happy. God knew exactly what she’d needed. And His timing couldn’t have been more perfect.
And she was finally able to play through the song.