Disguise… Now that is an interesting word.
1 a : to change the customary dress or appearance of b : to furnish with a false appearance or an assumed identity
2 obsolete : disfigure
3 : to obscure the existence or true state or character of : conceal <unable to disguise his true feelings>
The “disfigure” portion, as stated above, is obsolete and as such is not going to be included in this post.
There are things that come into our lives on a regular basis that we very often fail to recognize as a blessing. To some people this is an act of God. To others it is simply just fate that we find out later that it was good for us “in the long run.” No matter how or why it happens, “happens” it does. I’m not completely sure that it is or was always “good” for us. It may be that the alternative might have been worse but how is one to tell for sure. Either way, it comes to us later or we derive a conclusion later that will “change the customary dress or appearance” of what has happened or come into our lives so that we can deal with the end result.
Since this is supposed to be about “blessings,” one blessing I would like to point out is friends. Oh.. you say.. “I know who my friends are.” I say… Not always.
I found this to be true in my life last December when my father died. I had more friends than I thought. I was a lucky one. There are those that, going through a similar situation, might find that they have less than they thought. Sometimes the disguise is one of hiding your friendship from someone until it is needed. Other times the disguise is purporting to be a friend when in fact, when the times get really desperate, that supposed friend disappears. Both of these seem to be negative when in fact they are not. Neither is a negative. When that desperate time comes, you find out what is truth. The disguise is blown off and the blessing appears. Either in the form of finding a friend you didn’t know you had or in finding out the truth about what one was supposed to have been and really wasn’t. Either way, it is truth and therefore a blessing.
Customarily, we as a people tend to look at things and, if someone hasn’t done it for us, disguise them ourselves. Maybe the truth is too difficult. Maybe “YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH” (I love that line). It is certainly often disguised. In those disguises lay blessings untold. If we could only take a moment to look. Just a peak. If we could become secure enough in ourselves to look into that shadow of mystery to gaze upon the power of the truth that is tucked away behind that mask, behind that facade, underneath the surface, locked away for fear of facing what we so desperately want to hide from others and ourselves. Yes, there is darkness there. But there is power there too.
People are all masked up. They are disguised in so many ways they seldom even know themselves much less those even right next to them. Even less where it is someone they don’t know. Much of the time we have to be around a person a while just to see the masks they wear much less find out what is under the mask. How many times have you heard about this famous person that has to have all the curtains in the hotel room be a certain distance from the floor and a certain color or this specific kind of soap and this particular kind of towel and the list goes on. The public seldom sees the idiosyncrasies of any given person unless they have the opportunity to spend a significant amount of time with that person.
Still, when that devastation takes place in your life, sometimes, just maybe, once in a while you find a friend. A blessing of immense value. Someone that cares enough to just call, talk, or be there for you. A blessing you didn’t know you had. It boils down to the fact that, when the chips are down, when all is at it’s seemingly worst, the masks come off. The truth is shown. The blessings emerge.
Truth is freeing. Truth is powerful. Truth cuts and truth hurts sometimes but then truth also is the ultimate healer.