A Family Resemblance~

I’ve always been told, “You look just like your mother.” 

I suppose even I can see the similarities which invite the remark. 

Our eyes, a blueish gray, look out into the world from oval shaped faces.
Our noses, both petite, turn up at the end.
Our lips, when smiling, breathe life into dimples.

From an outward appearance, I may indeed look like my mother.  But, the old adage which reminds us looks can be deceiving definitely comes into play in this "like mother, like daughter" observation.

For while my physical features mirror those of my mother,
on the inside,

I am “all Daddy”.

My mother is strong, independent, and bold.
 A rock that is solid, unchanging, untouched.

I am not.

My mother is unshakable, unbreakable, not to come undone.

I am not.


I am weak, dependant, and timid.
A sandcastle that is fragile, impressionable, easily crushed.


I am shakable, breakable, and easily undone.



And, so was my father.



Don't get me wrong. 
He was a man's man. 
But, he was also a very gentle man -
tender-hearted and easily wounded.


While I would have loved to have been born with the strength of my mother,
 I am thankful to have been blessed with the tenderness of my father.


Being a Daddy's girl was a title I wore (and still do!) with pride.

I am my mother on the outside, and my father on the inside.

But,
when the world looks at me now,
as a daughter of the most High God,
it is my Heavenly Father I want them to see shining through.


Loving,

kind,

bold,

compassionate,

giving,

tender,

forgiving,

merciful,

gracious.


While I may look like my mom,
and act like my dad,
my heart longs to be
a true reflection of my God.

When others see me now, I long to hear them say,

"Oh Stacy, you look just like your Jesus."~

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