I saw a woman standing before the Lord, who was sitting somewhere ready to draw and paint.
She was as bubbly and lovely as a woman could be, barely containing her excitement.
“Could you draw and paint me, please?” She asked, her cheeks full with exuberance.
Jesus stood up and walked to where she was, His eyes fixed on her beautiful, innocent eyes.
Cupping her face in His hands and raising it ever so gently that her eyes locked with His fiery gaze, He said, “Of course I will. But I need to prepare you for what the result will be.
You see, I don’t exactly see you as you see you. My thoughts are higher than your thoughts. My eyes see beyond the brokenness of your past and the trials of your present.
My eyes see right through your fears and your tears. I see right through the outright mistakes you’ve made and the regrets that gnaw at you so often. And I see right through the questions you still mull over, as to whether you’re really doing the right thing even now.
My eyes lovingly hug the person you really are, beyond every insecurity, every insult, every burden and weight that causes you to sigh.
I see more in you than you see in yourself. And I love you. Now wait, and I’ll show you My potrait of you.”
Her heart was racing, beyond melted by now. Tears were flowing unabated…and she could not imagine what He would draw because, you see, she very rarely saw herself past everything He had mentioned.
In fact, she often described and defined herself by them – the fears, the insecurities, the doubts, the mistakes…
He sighed deeply, and she felt His compassion for her as He returned to His sitting position.
He began to draw. And He added color here and added color there.
She couldn’t clearly see from where she was standing as He was doing His amazing work; additionally, her eyes were blurry with tears.
But when He was done, His face beamed and lighted up more than before as He presented to her the potrait.
He said to her, “This is My gift from My Heart to yours.”
When He turned it around so she could see it, her eyes widened with a million puzzles.
It was Him in the potrait. It was His picture. A split image of Him.
She looked up into His eyes again. “Yes, My Love. When I look at you, I see Myself. I know you still need working on, and there are things we’re still working out together, but because you have allowed My Blood to speak over you and cleanse you, and have continued to seek and abide in Me, I see you through My finished work at the Cross.
I see My image in you. And it brings Me great delight.”
This is the book of the generations of Adam. In the day when God created man, He made him in the likeness of God.
2 Corinthians 3:18
18 We can all draw close to Him with the veil removed from our faces. And with no veil we all become like mirrors who brightly reflect the glory of the Lord Jesus.[l] We are being transfigured[m] into His very image as we move from one brighter level of glory to another.[n] And this glorious transfiguration comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.[o]
1 John 4:17
17 By living in God,[a] love has been brought to its full expression in us[b] so that we may fearlessly face the day of judgment,[c] because all that Jesus now is,[d] so are we in this world.
(The woman here is literal in meaning as well as symbolic, the latter referring to the Bride of Christ – both male and female)