Blessed: Spitting Image

One of the things that is music to a mother’s ears is that her children look like her. Even if it is only the slightest resemblance. Sometimes it is even a great thing when they act like you, sometimes not, greatly depends on who you ask. When my oldest was born I was constantly asked if she was mine. For some reason strangers thought it was amazing that a dark haired, dark eyed woman could give birth to a blond haired, blue eyed child.

I would always go through the same song and dance. Well, her dad has greenish blue eyes and he was very blond when he was little. The hopeful side of me would always add, “Her hair may turn darker when she gets older.”

It did not. But older she got she totally had my demeanor, my love for people, sales skills, a deep faith, a strong work ethic and love for family. Oh….and she had my forehead. Poor girl inherited my large forehead that has enough room to land a small plane.

When my second daughter entered this world, she was born with a thick mop of dark brown hair and brown eyes. She didn’t even try to have blue eyes like most infants. She came out brown like her mom. She was the spitting image of me.

Although I love my daughters equally, it sure was nice not having to explain how she was mine. She looked as though she was copied and pasted from dear old mom. The older she gets the more and more she acts like me too. She has my wit, humor, love for writing, my love to socialize, my need to give back and help others (her sister does as well). She has the same characteristics as her mom and sister. Even though my daughters do not look like twins, they sound just the same on the phone.

When they call me and all three of us are on the phone, I cannot tell them apart. It’s frustrating and lovely all at the same time.

When we think about how amazing God is that he can create families with the same DNA but still be completely different, it is overwhelming. When we think about God creating us in his image, for his glory, I can barely wrap my mind around it. He chose for us to be born, he knows the number of hairs on our head and he formed us in our mother’s womb. He created us for a purpose. When we call on his name, he knows which child is calling.

God made us in his spitting image even though he knew we would not always act just like him and he loves us anyway.

“Then God said, “Let us make man in our image, according to our likeness; and let them rule over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the sky and over the cattle and over all the earth, and our every creeping thing that creeps on the earth.” God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female. He created them.”
Genesis 1:26-27