It’s a masquerade ball . . . we put protective layers over our hearts and begin to live our lives as though nothing is wrong, slowly becoming more and more calloused to our emotions, as well as others. We move about on the dance floor of life as though nothing is wrong . . . wearing our costumes and make-up but hiding the “real” us.



I’ve been there . . . as a pastor’s wife who said, “I will NEVER let anyone get that close…