How others see us

He's growing up with an idea of what he looks and sounds like, based on what he sees in the mirror, and the sounds echoing round in his head.

But he'll never truly see, or hear himself as we do.

Which is a pain. Because if he's like me, he'll suffer the odd loss of confidence, and if he could only see a glimpse of how amazing he is to us, or feel for a second how we feel when we hear his voice, he'd never doubt himself again.

Maybe that's how Dad saw me.

Maybe that's how God sees us.