In His Image

By Acacia Nehf


How do I see me how God sees me?


As people made in the image of God, we are naturally inclined to behave like him in one way or another, whether we are Christians or not. It’s interesting to see how even the most devout unbelievers show God and his purpose in creating the human race. Even a man who has never stepped foot in a church can create art, making something beautiful from nothing, just like his Creator. A woman who has outright rejected the word of God can still desire to have babies and raise them to be loved and cared for. Even if we have never heard the Gospel or just simply rejected it, we still reflect our Creator and his love in daily things we do.


Isn’t that beautiful?


It’s funny because I often struggle, as many women do, with seeing myself as God says he sees me. All I can focus on are the negative ways I see myself. I focus on the fact that I’m too tall, too loud, not smart enough. But the Lord has shown me that who I am goes deeper. I reflect my Creator and his beauty even when I don’t mean to by simply loving the people around me, sharing words of wisdom or truth, and loving Him with everything in me. Yes, I may be tall, or loud, or ditzy at times. But I am created in the image of a complex God who is outside of time or beauty or knowledge. I am not just my body and my brain, I have a soul that is given a purpose and a mission to spread the Gospel. I am beautifully and wonderfully made because who I am goes deeper than how I look.


The world around us constantly fills us with the idea that beauty is skin deep. It tells us that if we don’t have perfect bodies or perfect instagram captions or perfect lives on display, we aren’t worth as much as the others who do. This idea was becoming so deeply ingrained in me that I would plan my day around “The Perfect Instagram Moment,” an elusive but highly satisfactory picture that would get me all of the comments and likes I felt validated by. If something wasn’t aesthetic, I didn’t want to do it. Even my Bible time was ruled by social media.


I realized that if I wanted any relationship with God at all, I had to get rid of the thing that came before Him.


Now, I’m not saying that to find your identity in the Lord, you have to cut off all communication with the outside world. I know many girls and guys alike that are able to simply push those ideas aside and know their worth despite the pressure to think superficially. I am simply saying that we need to be honest with ourselves on what our image comes from.


Do our friends control who we are or how we see ourselves?

Do our significant others define who we are and what we’re worth?

Does social media give us a view of ourselves that is different than the image God tries to show us?


Or are we able to push all other voices away and listen to the one that says, “Beloved daughter, before you were even born, I knew you, loved you, and gave you a purpose. I made every freckle, every wrinkle, every perfection and blemish alike, and predestined you to be one of my own.”


Our identity in the Lord comes from knowing in our hearts and souls that we are fearfully and wonderfully made, by our Creator, like our Creator. We do this by surrendering completely, and allowing him to replace the lies we sometimes tell ourselves with his truth.
Psalm 139:13-16: For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.

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