Although I've been her child for 22 years, I've never been one to think I look like my mother. Yes, I inherited her straight, holds-no-curl-no-matter-how-much-hairspray-you-use hair, and I have astigmatism that I can attribute to Jenny Metcalf, but as far as looks go, I just don't think I look like her. That is, until I saw a recent photo that my grandpa took. I was amazed at how much I am beginning to look like my mother. It's a little scary because I am realizing that I'm no longer a little girl. I'm growing up and becoming an adult--an adult who looks like her mother. I must say it is quite the honor. Mom, look out. Here I come...gray, straight hair, and all!I've been thinking about this concept of a child looking like her parent for a few days now. Not all children look like their parents. Some children are adopted and look nothing like the people they call parents. More important than outward appearance is how a child looks in his heart. I was running in the park this afternoon, as I saw a little boy with a scooter. He had been riding his scooter, but when I noticed him, he was walking every so gingerly with a scooter handle in one hand and staring down at the other hand that was cupped and obviously holding something very important to this little boy. He was making sure to pay special attention that his treasure was not hurt. He went so far as to not even pay attention to get out of the way of those [namely,me] running on the track. As I got closer to this little boy, I realized that he was holding a butterfly. I thought about the beauty in that. This kid, having a scooter that is probably every second grader's dream, took the time to notice a butterfly. Not just to notice it, but to take care of it.
Now, I'm not trying to get all "green" or anything, but oh, how I wish to be like that. That I may take time out of my crazy, materialistic days to notice my Father's creation. May I have a heart like this child to care about and deem beautiful the things God has made. Oh, that I may look more like my Father!
i want to be just like you when i grow up!
ReplyDeleteyou bless my heart over and over again. i'm sorry for the straight hair and thanks for not mentioning the frequent mouth ulcers...but oh how grateful i am that you inherited my love for Jesus. once when you were about 3, i emotionally, spiritually and tenderly laid you on the altar at Mullins Station Baptist Church for the Lord to mold you into what you have become. what a blessing! i love you and thank my precious Lord for you.