Even before a word is on my tongue,
behold, O Lord, you know it altogether.
You hem me in, behind and before,
and lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
it is high; I cannot attain it.
Every time I lied - He knew. He knew the truth. He knew about my struggles for perfection And He let me know how beautiful I am to Him.
In the end, that's all that matters right? It doesn't matter how high/perfect I am because
He loves unconditionally. He doesn't differentiate between the poor and the rich, the weak and the strong. He loves us all.
So there was no reason for me to feel that way - because He loved me too.