Only God knows

I have a very bad habit of assuming that no one will like me.  So I don't let people in, especially those whom I like.  I hide myself from them and turn myself inside out to become some sham version of the person I think they want me to be.  So, they don't ever get to know the real me and relationship stays shallow because I won't let them in.  The funny thing is that when they get tired of trying to get to know me and leave, I assume it's because they caught a narrow glimpse of me and rejected me.

But, God knows me, and He loves me.  Horribly imperfect as I am, He loves me.  To Him i am not too wrong for words.  To Him I am beautiful and unique.  He made me and He has a plan for my life. That plan includes all the mistakes I've made, he can use those mistakes.  I am not too broken, He is the Potter, I am His clay.  I am His work, the one who made the stars, made me, and you for that matter.  How can I look at the beauty of His creation and not know that I too am beautiful and special?  If He made the mountains, the sky, flowers, and zebras, He made me.  Even more amazing He made me in His likeness, and He is all beauty.

If I truly believe this I have to carry this out into the world with me.  If God can love me then other people can love me if I let them.  I have to give them a chance to see me.  I begin to think that if I let them see me, then I will see them too, and seeHim in them.