God, I wonder sometimes how You see me. Do You see me as I see myself? Do You see me as others see me? Or is it in this strange, grand, new light that You see my face? 
I’m told that You see me as Your son. This is almost laughable. Unless I am in the broken image of Your bleeding and dying son on His cross, how are we even comparable?  And maybe that is it, maybe that is how you see me. Maybe you see everyone of us taking His place, actually paying for our guilt. Or maybe You saw everyone of us in Him as He was beaten and broken and hung up to die? And that is why You can forgive us, because in that moment we all died to You, maybe in that moment You felt what it would be like for all of us to go through that. I don’t know, I’m not sure. All I know is that You must see me as greater than myself. Because through You I must be greater than myself.

It is my sincere hope that that is true. That through You I can be greater than I am. And that eventually, someone will, as a blessing from You to me, see me as greater that greater man. But if not, I’ll understand. While Your Love for us is not earned…maybe our blessings are. And maybe I just didn’t work hard enough when I should have. Maybe. maybe. maybe