When I look in the mirror I see a rather frumpy looking thirty-something lady looking back at me. There are straggles of hair around my face and dark circles under my eyes. My chin has multiplied and there are love handles in places where no love handle should ever be.
This makes me wonder...........
What does my husband see when he looks at me?
Why do his eyes still sparkle when they meet mine across a crowded room. Why does he search me out when he walks in the house after a hard day of work? Why does he call me for no reason in the middle of the day to see how I'm doing?
What do my children see when they look at me?
Why do they bring me their treasures to share with me? Why do they cling to me at night after a bad dream? Why do they tell me their deepest darkest secrets with such a look of confidence in their eyes?
What do my friends see when they look at me?
Why do they send me a card just to let me know they are praying for me? Why do they listen to me when my babbling makes no sense and I just need to vent? Why do they sound so happy to hear my voice on the phone?
Most importantly what does God see when He looks at me?
Does he see that my intentions are good even when I fail? Does He know why I cry when no one else can see? Does He care if I look frumpy?
