I read a lot of devotionals – shocker, I know. One I read the other night focused on Romans 8:1, “There is no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.”

LEAP with me. I promise to connect the dots.

I’ve been giggling with some of my friend’s about my son Dominick’s confidence. Not making fun of him – please know my list of things I love about him are longer than a tape measure around the earth. But I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE his confidence in particular.

We have a rule around here that the kids can only pick one sport per season. 5 kids people. Don’t judge me. So we had to sit him down to break the news it was either soccer or flag football for the fall. He didn’t hesitate. “Well, Mom, OF COURSE I have to play soccer. I am SO good at it.” Folks, he is good at a lot of things, I promise you, he is. However as God is my witness, he never made it into the same zip code as that black and white ball the entire season. He twirled, he skipped and my favorite, he posed. We have always called him Zoolander – but it was even more hysterical on a field chock full of nuts (sorry – I meant parents) cheering on the kids that were actually making the goals, that my son was convinced a team of paparazzi was going to swarm the place–and he came to deliver. I allowed him to accept the “MVP” trophy like everyone else on the team – with my every hair standing on end and my best fake smile, silently worried about how that lesson will translate when he’s out in the working world.

And I digress. Still, my heart giggled because I could see the truth about my son.

I know this is a stretch, but this is how my mind zig-zags. Is the way Dominick thinks he plays soccer, the way God actually chooses to view us? If you have access to even a shred of reality, you know you stink it up. Absolutely everyone I know stinks it up (no offense, but offense). I personally stink it up CONSTANTLY. So we’re all in the same boat if you ask me.

But does God see me and you, poor miserable sinners, cast in the light of Jesus’ perfection – and that gives Him a reason to be “well pleased” with us?

Does God the Father think I am impressive? Is it even possible that a voice will come from heaven, “You are my beloved Son; with you I am well pleased.” (Mark 1:11) and the Son or Daughter is you or me?

Does God the Father think I am a good wife, mother, daughter, sister, and friend? I’m here to bust the myth. I am not any of those things. I stink it up in every role I attempt. I stink it up if you could see the truth. But in God’s Word we are told, “He has removed our sins as far from us as the east is from the west.” (Psalm 103:12 NLT) He not only removes sins, He forgets them! That’s the only truth that matters. Ephesians 2:10: “For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things He planned for us long ago.”

If we hear His voice, we are His. Put on your listening ears people! I hear it. Honest to God – I hear it. So maybe I should start posing. Angels in heaven might be snapping pictures of me and nudging one another whispering, “This woman hasn’t gotten the black and white ball in the same zip code as that net, but to the King of Kings, she’s the cat’s meow, because she hears His voice. She’s His Daughter.”

I guess I AM “all that” – in my Father’s eyes.