Even before He made the world, God loved us and chose us in Christ to be holy and without fault in His eyes. – Ephesians 1:4 NLT
My mom got me into raising orchids.
Several years ago, when she and my dad decided to winter in Florida, she needed someone to care for her houseplants. I remember the day she backed her minivan up to my front door. She and I unloaded dozens of plants, two at a time.
The majority of them were orchids; I didn’t know the first thing about taking care of them.
“They’re resilient. But don’t over water them; their little feet don’t like to sit in standing water,” Mom admonishes. “Oh, and they love morning light.”
Now, I have my own collection of orchids. Celebrations of color lay out a feast before my eyes. My attention is always drawn to the brilliant beauty of the blossoms.
The other day, Andy and I chatted in the kitchen as I watered them and washed their elongated leaves.
I admired the stunning spray of magenta. Their edges, outlined in the thinnest line of white, made them appear illuminated from the back. “Not very pretty on the bottom, but boy what gorgeous flowers, huh?”
He said, “Don’t you think God looks at us like that? Despite our imperfections, He sees us as beautiful.”
I scrutinized the base of the plant, focusing on its footing. My fingers rubbed along the tough surface of their unsightly roots. Again, my eyes travelled up the spiky stem to the flourish that floated atop a gnarl of woody roots.
“Even with its beautiful flowers, an orchid certainly can’t hide its imperfections, can it?” I probed.
No more than we can hide ours, I thought.
We are all rooted with shortcomings – hurts, hang-ups, weaknesses and failures. The good news is God doesn’t call perfect people. He calls broken people and uses those imperfections to make something beautiful. He sees us with eyes of love. He sees our potential.
Ephesians 1:4 tells us that God looks on our life and because we are in Christ, He sees us as holy. God is not blind to our faults; He loves us despite our imperfections and works to transform us.
Before I placed one of the orchids back on the windowsill, I felt a new node bulging from a bare spike –soon to be another beautiful blossom.
I grinned and thought, Isn’t that just like God?