Who Do You Look Like?

My cousin has an adorable little boy, Bennett, who looks just like his dad. Not long ago, at a family gathering, I overheard several people say things like, “He is the spitting image of his dad,” and “He sure does favor him.” We hear phrases like that often when a child strongly resembles a parent.

Other times, a baby may not seem to look much like either parent at all, and someone inevitably asks, “Who do you think the baby looks like?” You can almost sense the hope behind the question. Most parents long to see some part of themselves reflected in their child.

We use all kinds of phrases to describe resemblance:
“takes after,” “mini-me,” “chip off the old block,” or “favoring” someone in the family.

Adult and child walking on coastal path with ocean and cliffs in background

Children resemble their parents largely because of genetics, but as they grow, they often begin to reflect more than appearance. Mannerisms, expressions, habits, and even responses are learned through time spent together.

I found myself thinking about that this morning.

The other day, I was in a situation where I could feel my own moodiness and frustration rising. As I spoke within the group I was with, I knew my words were not coming from a place of kindness, patience, or grace.

Although my husband and I faithfully read Scripture, pray, and do devotionals together each morning, I realized I had neglected my own quiet time alone with God. Usually, after my husband leaves, I spend additional time praying, reflecting, meditating on His Word, and simply being still before Him.

And I can tell the difference when I don’t.

There are days when I feel I reflect Jesus far more clearly than others. As His follower, it is my responsibility to recognize when my heart is drifting and return to the only place where true transformation happens: His presence.

When Moses came down from Mount Sinai after spending time with God, his face literally shone. The change was so visible that he wore a veil before the people (see Exodus 34:29–35).

And in 2 Corinthians 3:18, we are reminded that we are being:

“changed into the same image from glory to glory.”

The more time we spend with Him, the more we should begin to resemble Him:

in character,
in holiness,
in peace,
in love,
and in the way we respond to the world around us.

Perhaps the real question is not simply who we resemble outwardly, but:
Who do we reflect most clearly with our lives?

“For whom he did foreknow, he also did predestinate to be conformed to the image of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brethren” – Romans 8:29

Morning Glory: A Prayerful Journey of Heart and Soul

Today is a new morning, a new gift. Sitting on my back porch, the sunlight peeking through the trees from a serene blue sky, with a slight chill in the air, the day couldn’t be more peaceful or beautiful. The only sounds are birdsong and childish laughter from a nearby school playground.

It’s a prayerful time, a time of soul searching, of heart pouring out, of weeping and repentance—yet a time that refreshes like no other. A necessity. I’m covered with a blanket, and it reminds me of the covering of the Father’s love.

A fat robin sits on the fence directly in front of me, scanning the ground for an unsuspecting juicy bug, and he quickly finds it and drifts down to claim his prize. A cardinal is calling, steady and confident, cutting through the quiet morning air like a small reminder that life is awake and stirring. I can see his distinct red beauty against the spring greenery. A squirrel makes his way gingerly along the top of the wooden fence, sniffing and stopping to scratch, as if he is in no hurry.

Again, I find myself thinking how lovely this day is. Thankfully, there is a calmness in my soul and a still small voice that whispers, “it is well”. His love is evident and abundant and so merciful and kind. He continues to refine me. I want above all, to get it right.

May my roots grow deep and strong and may the bad ones be cut off and thrown into the fire. May I pour out my alabaster box at His feet, knowing that He is the One, the Healer, the Master, the Creator of all of this beauty. God use me for your glory.

As I am writing this, a loud, persistent buzzing breaks the stillness for a moment, circling close enough to pull my attention away. A small reminder of how easily we can be distracted, even in the quiet.

And yet, just as quickly, my focus returns. Back to the stillness. Back to Him.

There is no fear here. No anxiousness. Just a quiet resolve to remain steady, to keep my eyes fixed on what is true.

To become more like Him—gently, faithfully, one day at a time. That is the goal.

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