There’s a kind of nakedness that has nothing to do with the body.
It’s the kind that strips your soul,
the one where life undresses your strength, your pride, your plans,
and leaves you standing there, vulnerable before God.
I remember the season I was laid bare.
Nothing was working, not my plans, not my strength, not my prayers the way I expected.
I had no more masks to wear, no more “I’m fine” to say.
Just me, raw and broken before the One who already knew.
That’s the thing about nakedness,
it exposes what we try to hide.
It forces us to admit, “God, I can’t do this alone.”
It’s uncomfortable, humbling, and yet… it’s holy.
Because it’s in our nakedness that healing begins.
When we drop the act, when we stop pretending, when we let the tears fall,
God starts to clothe us with grace.
He replaces shame with strength, and fear with peace.
Sometimes, He allows life to strip you,
not to embarrass you, but to rebuild you.
To remind you that you were never meant to cover yourself,
He is your covering.
So if you feel exposed, weak, or undone,
don’t run from it.
That nakedness might just be the place where God redresses you in purpose,
where He teaches you that vulnerability isn’t weakness, it’s worship.
Be still, even here.
Because in your most unguarded moments,
He’s not looking at your flaws
He’s holding your heart.
Temilade Alokan
Light Lamp
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