In the Eyes of the Beholder

Kyra runs to me as I'm weeding the garden. "Look Mommy, I brought you a bouquet of flowers!" She brought me a bouquet of dandelions. I view our large yard that seems to look like a sea of dandelions. "Thank you babe, they are beautiful," I say, trying to disguise my disappointment with the state of our yard.

Funny how, we try our hardest to get rid of these yellow weeds that seem to plague our grass in the spring. We spray them with chemicals, pull them out of the ground, or mow them over (even if it only lasts a couple of days). We view them as ugly, and envy the neighbors who seem to have a blanket of thick green grass. Yet, here is this child that thinks those dandelions are as beautiful as a rose bush. She breathes in their faint fragrance. She finds their beauty.

I think we often tend to think of ourselves as weeds. We try and mask ourselves with makeup, hide behind the safe walls of our home when we are having a bad day, or cut ourselves down with derogatory remarks. Yet, God sees our beauty. Even when we are feeling pretty positive and outgoing, there is usually just a tinge of doubt or jealousy. We wish we could be skinny, run, be creative, like so many we know. But God sees us as beautiful, just the way we are. We are not weeds to him, but beautiful flowers.