Have you ever wondered how God sees you?
Perhaps you carry a difficult past with you making it hard to imagine the answer to that question being anything you’d want to hear. Maybe the question intrigues you and you’d love to know the answer.
We’ve all had struggles or victories that have formed patterns of thought making up much of what we believe about ourselves. Unfortunately, I’ve seen more self-criticism in those I know than positive self worth. I’m no exception. The truth of how God sees you tends to be much harder to believe than the lies spoken deep in our hearts that no one else hears. This fact makes it absolutely necessary to ask this question and more importantly, wait for the answer.
Some years ago I attended a women’s retreat from my previous church. An interesting topic came up. How does God see you? We sat together in small groups and did an exercise in listening to God. We asked God how he sees us and then waited for him to give us a response. Some women had lovely images come to mind or a definite feeling or impression portraying how God viewed them. I had no such impression. I really wanted to, but I was also sure that I didn’t want my own ideas of me to interfere. We were urged to keep asking the question after we got back home. I kept it up for a while and eventually kind of forgot about it.
One night after getting home from work, I was sitting in bed and my wedding ring kind of snagged on the bed sheet. That was weird. So I looked down to realize that the main diamond had fallen out. I immediately started weeping because all at once I knew that I would never find the stone again, that I couldn’t afford to replace the stone and that I couldn’t buy a new ring nor was I sure I wanted to. I was sentimentally attached to this ring I had worn for so many years. I admit that the thought of an upgrade on my current ring might be nice, but that was my secret. It really did seem hopeless.
I met my good friend Dawn at that previous church. Filippe was the love of Dawn’s life and an adoring father to their children. He was also a great pool player and competed on the weekends for extra income. On the way home from a pool tournament, the accident happened. Just like that, Filippe was gone. A family forever altered in an unexpected, unwanted, undeserved way.
I did the best I could to be there for my friend during those excruciating days. Then one night at her house, I was sharing with her daughter about the loss of the diamond from my ring. All of a sudden, Dawn spoke up and said, “You should take one of the rings my husband gave me.” My jaw was on the floor. “I can’t take one of your rings from Filippe!” I replied. Dawn said, “Oh no, they’re not sentimental or anything.” I’m like, “What!!” She explained that after tournaments, Filippe would sometimes find jewelry lying around that no one would claim and he would get to take it home and give it to her. Dawn isn’t really into dressing up or jewelry or stuff in general so she just put it all in a box for safekeeping.
She brought out the box of jewelry to show me and in it was a wedding ring set that was so similar to mine I was shocked. The main differences being the center diamond was larger and there were more small stones than mine had. (Kind of like an upgrade.) Amazingly, it fit perfectly! She told me to keep it, that Filippe would want me to have it for all the help I’d given the family. It’s unimaginable, right? I quite readily accepted the gift because it truly did seem like it was meant to be.
Soon after, it became very clear to me that God had answered my prayer from months before. I now know how God sees me. He showed me in a way that proved he knows my every thought and hears my every prayer. Dawn had that jewelry in a box on her dresser since before she ever met me, but God knew it all from the beginning of time. He knew every detail, the style of the ring, my sentimental attachment to the old one and the exact size of my left ring finger. He even knew my secret desire for an upgrade. 😉
Psalm 139:13, 14
“For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful, I know that full well.”
“Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside of your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.”
God knows me & God knows you.
God sees me & God sees you.
I put together a new Scripture Picture for you!
If for any reason you’re hesitant to ask the question, “God, how do you see me?” Be encouraged, because I guarantee you the answer won’t be what you expect, it will be much better.