There are ways in which we see ourselves—through cracked mirrors, through fleeting seasons, through the ache of our own understanding. We measure in moments, in triumphs and failures, in the thin lines between “enough” and “never quite.”
I have seen myself this way too. Counted by the things I wish I could undo, measured by the battles I thought disqualified me. I thought my brokenness would silence me. I thought my story was still too messy to matter.
But God — God sees beyond.
He looks past the stumbling, past the unfinished chapters, past the versions of ourselves we thought were final. He sees the wrestle, but, He also sees the heart that keeps returning, the hands that keep reaching, the soul that, though trembling, says, “I still choose You.” He sees the child still growing, the dream still breathing, the heart still learning how to hope. Where we see ashes, He sees gardens. Where we see endings, He sketches beginnings. Where we hide behind smallness, He calls out greatness.
I know this because I have lived it. I know what it feels like to be caught in a struggle and yet find that His mercy keeps finding me first. I know what it is to feel unworthy, and yet be chosen to carry a light for someone else. I thought I needed to be finished before I could be useful — but then someone came to me with a story that mirrored my own. And before the words even left their mouth, I knew. God had seen them and somehow, He had seen me too.
“Here. Love as I have loved you." He whispered gently.
It unsettled me, that me — of all people — would be the one entrusted to listen, to understand, to love. And yet, this is the mystery of grace: that the very things we think disqualify us become the bridges He builds to reach others. That our weaknesses become the vessels for His strength.
My love, you are not the sum of today’s mess or yesterday’s regret. You are not trapped in the smallness others once named you. You are seen — deeply, tenderly, endlessly — by a God who knows the masterpiece still unfolding within you.
He sees beyond your now and He calls it good.
He sees the healing coming, the wisdom forming, the hands you will one day hold, the love you will one day pour out — not in spite of your brokenness, but because of it.
You are not forgotten. You are not overlooked. You are not too late, too broken, too far gone. You are seen.You are held.You are becoming.
And He is smiling at the beauty He already sees.