Which Kind of Shy are You?

I spot her there, beyond all of the other women.  She’s pressed up against the wall in the corner of the room. She’s trying to not be seen but she stands out to me.

I wonder if the shy girl in the corner hanging her head is hanging it there because someone told her she’s not good enough? Perhaps she’s been told that her words don’t matter, or worse, that if she uses her words she will fail.

Then I wonder if perhaps she is just like Jesus? That shy girl in the corner with her smooth dark hair covering her face as she directs her gaze to the ground.

I picture Jesus in a crowded room of people, all of them desiring to sentence him to their own version of justice due to their feelings towards his radical nature. And I see Jesus there in a corner with his eyes lowered to the stone floor and His face barely visible through tendrils of hair. He wouldn’t answer their questions and they couldn’t figure out why he wouldn’t speak.

And I realize the difference between the two. The shy girl may be listening to lies or to past voices filled with sound waves that are sharp, pierce her heart, and leave wounds raged and deep.  But Jesus, sweet Jesus, He is only listening to His Father and waiting for when His Daddy says to speak now and speak this…

Which kind of shy are you? The one listening to your Father, so loving, to guide your words and be your confidence? Or the one bound by lies and so afraid to be exposed?

Jesus turns us into Jesus. When we spend time with Him we cannot come away the same.  Wounded one, let Him near. Let Him speak to those lies and those hurts and those “you don’t matter and your words are no good” comments. Then let your heart be shy only for Him while waiting for words to rise up and his instruction to speak {or write}.