My husband and I celebrated our 32nd anniversary earlier this month. We traditionally mark the occasion by watching taped footage of our wedding ceremony, although we’ve missed doing so for several years running.

That’s probably because we no longer own a VHS player. Note to self: Investigate converting old family movies to digital format.

I distinctly remember the last time we viewed the somewhat grainy recording of our younger selves exchanging vows. Afterward, one of my little ones turned to me and asked, “Who were those people, anyway?”

From my perspective, Doug and I have barely changed at all. In the mind of our toddler, we’re unrecognizable.

People say love is blind, but the way our loved ones see us helps shape the way we see ourselves. This is especially true in marriage. The knowledge that my husband still finds me attractive is a huge confidence booster.

Doug said something to me several years ago that really drove this concept home. We were on a cross-country road trip at the time. Having taken a couple weeks off work, he loaded our family into our 15-passenger van and embarked on a 6,000-mile tour of the West Coast.

As you might imagine, traveling with so many little ones in tow necessitates frequent potty breaks. During one such stop, while our older kids queued up with their little partners outside the restroom doors, I took advantage of the peace and quiet to phone my mother. (Mom covers our family in prayer each day, but I’m pretty sure she doubles the time she spends on her knees anytime we travel.)

The children soon returned, noisily piling into the van two by two. Their ruckus made it hard for me to hear, so I slid out the passenger side door to continue my phone conversation outside.

That’s when Doug, who was pumping gas at the time, noticed me leaning over a nearby newsstand with my backside turned toward him.

Since he hadn’t seen me get out of the van, he did not at first recognize me as his wife. Instead, as he laughingly admitted once we were back on the road, the exact thought that crossed his mind was, “Gee, that gal looks just like a heavy-set version of Jennifer!”

But then, he said, I turned around and immediately shrank down to my normal size — like some kind of freaky optical illusion.

Now, before you get upset with my husband for admitting such a thought or take offense on my behalf for what you consider an insensitive remark, let me assure you that I did not feel the least bit insulted by his comments. Far from it!

Rather, I found my husband’s confession reassuring. He was shocked when he realized the overweight woman who reminded him of me actually was me — a fact that tells me what his brain normally perceives is something quite different from what his eyes take in.

(That’s not to say I didn’t immediately swear off sweets and start exercising more — blind love is a wonderful thing, but I have no desire to test its limits!)

Our bathroom scales leave little doubt that Doug’s gas-station impression was accurate: I truly am “a heavy-set version” of the girl he married.

But thankfully, that is not what registers whenever he looks at me and knows it’s me. He sees instead the slim young bride who met him at the altar so many years ago.

I don’t consider that revelation insulting. I find it endearing.

It reminds me, in fact, of a similar thing that happens in the spiritual realm.

The Bible tells us we “all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God.” (Romans 3:23) Yet, once we commit our lives to Jesus and accept the forgiveness He offers, God no longer sees all our shortcomings when He looks at us. Instead, He sees the righteousness of His blessed Son, a righteousness “given by faith in Jesus Christ to all who believe.” (Romans 3:22)

This doesn’t mean God is unaware of our struggles. He understands our weakness. (Romans 8:26) He knows that we are dust (Psalm 103:14) and are easily entangled in sin (Hebrews 12:1).

Yet His grace is sufficient and His power is perfected in weakness (2 Corinthians 12:9). He promises to never leave nor forsake us (Deuteronomy 31:8). Instead, He walks by our side (Psalm 23:4) and provides a way of escape (1 Corinthians 1:13), regardless what temptation life throws our way.

No matter how often we fail, God stands ready to forgive. He loves us. He remains faithfully committed to us. And He keeps no record of wrongs.

Thanks to Christ’s self-sacrificing death, my account as a believer has been “paid in full.” And whenever God looks at me (no matter the vantage point!), that is the only thing He sees and the only thing that matters.

Jennifer Flanders loves Jesus, loves her husband and has made peace with her matronly frame. Exchanging a girlish figure for a dozen beautiful children is a trade she’d make again in a heartbeat. To read more from this author, please visit

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