How do I look?

Kennedy* is a lady who lives at a nursing home I visit. Wheelchair-bound and suffering from a host of ailments, I used to have a lot of trouble understanding her. I now understand about 80% of what she tells me. She shakes a lot and always has her neck crooked uncomfortably. If you saw her in a mall, you'd probably pretend that you didn't see her just to avoid the "oh, what should I say" or "what do I do." I found her in the hall the other day, but she had no hair. Apparently, she was always wearing a wig whenever I saw her. When I greeted her, she said something inaudible to me. As I bent down, I realized what she had said. "I don't want you to see me like this." I didn't even know what to say. I could have said, "Oh, you're always beautiful to me" or "you're just fine," but anyone who has ever had a surprise visit on a bad hair day can attest to the fact that any words are just a bunch of crap. You'll still feel dirty, nasty, stinky ... Adam and Eve had a thing about the way they looked after the fall. Thus the whole "naked" thing. They even hid. They didn't want God to see them like that. They felt dirty, nasty, stinky ... And yet, He always wants to see us. We're always beautiful to him. We're His kids. And, someday, in spite of our dirtiness, nastiness and stinkiness ... He'll want us to come home. And everyone looks great in heaven. *name changed for privacy