People notice me. I can’t blame them. Who wouldn’t turn and look at someone…different. Some days I feel
I try to control what is seen. My mannerisms, my walk, my talk. Anything to draw attention away from the obvious. Humor is a good weapon. So is kindness. Anger and resentment are not, I’ve learned. They both feed the root of bitterness.
But He sees me.
All of me. Past the humor or anger, past the way I talk and what I say, past the way I carry myself and promote myself. (Past my pride.)
He sees me.
He sees the me that was…before Christ, before redeeming grace, before transformation. He sees that ugliness, that unattractiveness. He sees the me I am today…alive in Christ, redeemed, accepted, made new, made clean. Washed in beautiful grace. He also sees the me I will be…taking on the beauty of Christ. Becoming more like Him will make me…beautiful.
He can make you beautiful, too. No matter the scars or stains of sin. No matter the physical wounds or marks, no matter the bruises of ego or experience. He can make you beautiful. Turn to Him. Receive Him. Today. Now. Let the grace wash over you and make you clean. Confess your need for saving and begin again.
I am praying, carrying you, dear Reader to the heart of Jesus. Be made new as I have. Be made truly beautiful…He sees you.
He sees you.
He sees you.