How God Sees me

I am a perfectionist when it comes to myself. Someone told me once about a lady who was such a wonderful housekeeper, that all her drawers and closets were organized. So what did I do, I went and organized all the closets and drawers. I see people with neat garages, so what did I do, organized the garage. I spent so much time trying to be perfect that I missed out on enjoying life. I recently did some dog sitting for a friend. I have been over there many times and I never saw a thing out of place. Guess what, it wasn't messy by any means, but neither was it the Taj Mahal. I thought it was. I saw bills neatly stacked in a letter holder. I saw magazines on a table.There was actually dust on the floor that I had previously thought didn't exist. A normal family lives here , not one of great wealth with servants. All I saw was the beauty in this home, never any flaws.  

That's when I began to think, I wonder if God sees me this way. I see myself as somebody who is of flawed character,and of no beauty. If I look through Gods eyes, I see someone who although flawed is lovable and a child of the King. God doesn't look at me through dirty dishes in the sink, or dust on the furniture. He doesn't look at me to see if I measure up to Marilyn Monroe or the queen of England. When God looks at me he sees so much more. Just like I don't go to my friends house to see if  it passes my idea of what a home should be; when I see myself through Gods eyes, I can see He`s not measuring my organized closets or matching socks even. Hes looking at me through eyes of love. And love doesn't  find fault with every fiber of it's being.