What Does God See When He Sees Me?

Tuesday, September 22, 2026

Good morning, friends. ☕❤️

Tuesday morning, coffee in hand, and I have to tell you, this is the weather I’ve been waiting for. It was 65 degrees when I got in the car this morning, and I was absolutely ready for it. This time of year, from now until the end of the year, is my favorite time of year. You are about to hear me talk a whole lot about all of my favorite things because I am definitely a holiday person. I’m a Christian who does Halloween, I love Thanksgiving, but Christmas is definitely my favorite. There’s just something about cooler weather that gets me in the mood for everything that’s coming—the family get-togethers, time with friends, traditions, decorating, and all the little things that make this season special.

That song, It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year, isn’t just a Christmas song to me. I could probably play it from now until the end of the year and be perfectly happy.

But while I was thinking about all of that this morning, my thoughts went somewhere completely different. We are heavy into baseball this week. We had two games last night, and they didn’t go particularly well, but that’s okay. We’ve got another game Thursday, and the boys are still learning how to play together as a team.

There was one thing from last night’s games that really stuck with me, though.

There’s a young man on the team who seems to be a little rough around the edges. I don’t know much about him. I don’t know his family, I don’t know what his home life looks like, and I don’t know what he’s experienced. Last night he got pretty upset, and some colorful language came out. I don’t know if he’ll be back.

But watching that made me think about something much bigger than baseball.

We don’t always know what a child is carrying.

Every child comes from a different home. Every child has a different story. Some children grow up surrounded by love and stability, while others grow up dealing with things no child should ever have to deal with. They may see poverty, addiction, abuse, neglect, violence, or things that change the way they see the world before they’re old enough to understand any of it. And then we wonder why some of those things show up in their behavior.

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Children learn from what they see. They watch us. They hear us. They see how we treat people. They see how we handle frustration. They hear the words we use when we’re angry. They see how we respond when things don’t go our way. They learn from what we demonstrate long before they understand what we’re trying to teach them.

That thought followed me this morning because it made me ask myself a much harder question.

What does God see when He looks at me?

If I am a child of God, then my life is a reflection of my Father.

So what kind of reflection am I giving Him?

Am I someone He can look at and be pleased with? Am I showing the love, grace, patience, and character that I say I believe in? Or are there parts of my life that would make Him sad?

I know God loves me. I don’t question that.

But being loved doesn’t mean that everything we do pleases our Father.

That’s something I think we sometimes forget.

I want God to be proud of me.

I want the way I live to reflect Him. I want the things I say, the way I treat people, the way I handle difficult situations, and even the things I do when nobody else is watching to point back to Him.

And that is something I’m thinking about today.

This morning I woke up with a prayer in my heart for the lost. I found myself thinking about people who need God, people who need salvation, people who may not even realize how much they need Him yet. I have names written down on a board of people I want to pray for, and that list is getting pretty long.

I want those people to find their way to God.

But I also have to remember that if I want other people to see Him, they need to see something different in me.

That’s one of the reasons I love these conversations.

Yes, I love my blog. I love writing. I love my business. I love making shirts and crafts and special keepsakes for people. I love creating something with my hands and seeing someone get excited when they receive it.

But those things aren’t the most important thing.

If this blog grows, that’s wonderful. If my business grows, that’s wonderful. If more people see my posts, that’s wonderful. But none of that is the ultimate goal. The goal is to use whatever God has placed in my hands for His purpose. If He can use my words to encourage someone, then I want Him to use them. If He can use a shirt I make to start a conversation about faith, then I want Him to use it. If He can use my story, including the parts that aren’t pretty and the struggles I’m still working through, to help someone realize they’re not alone, then I want Him to use that, too.

Because I don’t want to simply talk about God.

I want my life to point people toward Him.

That’s a much harder thing.

It’s easy to write about faith. It’s harder to live it when you’re frustrated. It’s easy to talk about patience until somebody tests it. It’s easy to talk about loving people until you meet someone who makes it difficult. It’s easy to say we trust God when everything is going according to plan.

The real test comes when it isn’t.

So today I’m carrying that question with me:

What does God see when He looks at me?

• I hope He sees a child who is trying.

• I hope He sees someone who is willing to be corrected.

• I hope He sees someone who wants to grow.

• I hope He sees someone who is willing to be used.

• And most of all, I hope He sees someone who wants Him to be glorified more than she wants herself to be noticed.

I don’t have that figured out every day. I get frustrated. I make mistakes. I say things I shouldn’t. I lose my patience. I get caught up in the world. I forget to pray. I struggle. But I’m still learning And maybe that’s the point.

God has big plans for all of us, but we have to be willing to let Him use us. Sometimes that means getting out of His way. Sometimes it means admitting we’re wrong. Sometimes it means changing something we’ve always done. Sometimes it means simply saying, “Lord, here I am. Use me.”

So as I head into this Tuesday with my coffee, cooler weather, baseball, work, and everything else that fills my day, that’s what I’m going to try to remember.

The world is watching us.

Our children are watching us.

The people around us are watching us.

But more importantly, God knows us completely.

And I want my life to be a reflection He can be pleased with.

Galatians 2:20 says, “I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me.”

That’s the goal.

Not me being perfect.

Not me having it all together.

But Christ living through me.

So here’s my question for you today: When you think about the way you live, what do you hope God sees when He looks at you?

Until tomorrow…

Keep your coffee warm, your Bible close, and your eyes open for the blessings God places in your path today. I’ll meet you back here tomorrow—with another cup of coffee and another conversation.

❤️ Mandy