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He Sees My Heart

I had my grandson over the weekend and as much as I love him and enjoy spending time with him, I pretty much looked like this by Sunday morning. 
Ok  I looked a tad bit worse. ( Just keeping it real)
My little grand precious is almost 8 months old and he's cutting teeth. 
Needless to say he (we) did not sleep very well the two nights he stayed with his Honey.

However in spite of our lack of sleep, he had his moments when he would look at me, flash that beautiful smile and laugh with delight regardless of how awful my appearance had become. 
Messy hair.....
No make up........
Circles under my eyes the size of the Grand Canyon......
Sweats covered in baby food that did not quite make it to his mouth....
 Did I mention the spit up?
He loves me just as I am !

At such a tender young age my grand precious sees my heart and knows the love I have for him. It's not my outward appearance. 
( Thank goodness, as I had the "ran over by a mac truck " look all weekend)

The same goes with our daddy God. He doesn't look to our outward appearance. 
He doesn't love us based on our messy hair do.....
Or our dingy clothing.
Neither does He look to the stains we may still  carry from the worlds spit up in our lives.

I have learned over time even my internal messiness doesn't sway his love for me. 
Through my self doubt, my fear of rejection, my lack of self love when I fall in life,  he pours more of his love out and over me. 
From my scars of days gone by, to the unconditional love I have rooted and planted deep within, he sees my heart in its entirety. 

1 Samuel 16:7
"For the Lord sees not as man sees:
 mans looks on the outward appearance but the Lord looks on the heart. "

It does not matter what my outside appearance may look like, or my inside one for that matter, He sees past all the junk and sees my heart, the heart he created when he formed me in my mother's womb. ( Jeremiah 1:5)

I am forever grateful in a world that can not see past my outward.....
I have a daddy God who does. 
(And a grandson as well )

He sees my heart...........



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