When Derrick decided to join the Navy Reserves, my husband excitedly told me, “He’s going to do great! This is a good choice for Derrick.” I was not thrilled. What in the world did he mean?? “He’s going to do great because he’s just like his Mother.” I sarcastically thought sweetly responded, “What do you mean!?” “He’s a rule follower, just like his Mother. This is a great fit for him.”
A few years ago I was visiting Derrick when he scratched his head. Just a simple head scratch. But I felt like I was in the room with my Grandpa Herb, who died when Derrick was about 1 1/2. How could that be? It was exactly how Grandpa held his hand, his fingers, everything. When our grandson began walking and playing, he would squat down to play with something. I felt like I was looking at Derrick, who played exactly the same way at his age. “There’s a dinosaur in there Mimi!” That one phrase took me back nearly 30 years and I was listening to Derrick talk about things that were only real in his imagination. My grandson reflects his Daddy in many ways.
Bethany does not like surprises. Every year she begs and pleads for us to tell her exactly what she is getting for Christmas and her birthday. She frets over her gifts for
weeks months, years. (She’s made a list for me up through 2016 to make sure there are no surprises.) My husband complains claims that I’m difficult to buy a gift for because I don’t like surprises and am hyper-vigilant when I think he might be getting me something. I tend to check the bank account more often. When I see a debit to Canon, is it my fault that I know I’m getting a camera? My Dad obviously figured this out years ago and about a week before Christmas would take me for “a ride” and then “weedle” out of me what his Christmas gifts were because he just couldn’t wait for the surprise. It drove my Mom crazy! Do you see a trend here?
Some characteristics that we share are fun and some are more serious. Some are genetic, some are learned behaviors, but all are based on relationship. There is a connection.
The older I get the more often I hear my Mom or my Dad when I begin talking. I see characteristics and physical traits in each of my siblings that remind me of my parents and grandparents. We reflect our family to the world. We are very different individuals and we certainly have our own identity, but in many ways, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
When thinking of this, I found myself considering our relationship with God… how do we reflect his love? His character? His traits? When we face a challenge do we respond in a way God would have us respond? If we face a moral dilemma, do we consider what the Bible says? When we are wrongly accused or our character is attacked are we able to love as God loves us? In the best of times do we reflect God’s grace and mercy to those who may be going through the worst of times? In the worst of times do we reflect strength and behave honorably? When the world around us is crumbling are we faithful in the small and large things? Do we remember that even as he faced death on the cross, Jesus took the time to teach, to heal, to forgive, to restore, to love? Jesus was always focused on valuing and loving others rather than himself. Do we even try to go there?
On several occasions I’ve heard folks speak about my parents being good, strong, hard working, generous, and loving, but they had never met them. These folks knew something about my parents by knowing their children and grandchildren.
When folks meet you do they know something about our heavenly Father? Do they know that we’ve been redeemed, that we are in relationship with God? When other’s see or hear you, do they see or hear our Father? I was struck by this text today, “For we are a fragrance of Christ to God among those who are being saved and among those who are perishing.” 2 Cor 2:15 NAS
Is our relationship with God so obvious that everyone around us recognize it?
“And whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks through Him to God the Father.” Col 3:17
You are in my prayers. I love you,