Archive for January, 2016

It dawned on me the day she insisted on drinking water from a mug. A few minutes later, I found her sitting on the couch, Bible open in her lap, head bent in reading, and the mug cupped in her hands.

I realized it every day she frantically searched her wardrobe to find an outfit that matched what I was wearing.

I have seen it as I’ve watched her organize her play make up to look just like mine in front of her bedroom mirror, and apply it on her sweet little face alongside me in the mornings.

And it was confirmed, just the other day, when she informed me that she, too, has her own “theology” books to study, and that she loved the very word itself.

The girl wants to be like me.

I am like someone she wants to be.

Today, right now, as she is learning about life, it is I she looks up to. I am her biggest influence, her most dominant role model. Though they say these days may change in many ways, for right now, she loves it that way.

Do I?

I find myself pausing as I type, after writing that question down, pondering it. Do I love being the one she looks up to? I think about some of the moments this very week when I’ve scorned some of her copycat ways, sighed at her tagalong spirit as I walk through the house, and I am convicted. I am convicted because I know the scorn and sighs that come from me are not worthy examples to follow.

I find my mind drifting to the words of Peter…”what sort of people ought you to be in lives of holiness and godliness, waiting for and hastening the coming of the day of God…(2 Pet 3:11-12).” 

What sort of people ought we to be, he asks. When our daughters look back upon their childhood, what sort of person will they see in their mothers? Will they see a mother who was diligent to be found in Christ…as she was nagged all day long? Will they see a mother who longed for the Day of the Lord, not in order to escape the trying moment, but rather to embrace it for eternal purposes? Will they see a mother who aimed to be a role model for them while they were young, pursuing godliness, chasing Christlikeness, striving for holiness? 

They will surely remember our sin, our moments of weakness. They will look back upon their childhood and see our stumbles and areas we should’ve grown in. But, thank God for that! Would we want it any other way? For if they remembered perfection, surely that would reveal a negligence on our part. The appearance of perfection is not reality or truth, it does not demonstrate or explain the grace of the gospel of Christ. The truth is that as we pursue lives of godliness and holiness while they follow us around, tugging at our skirts and chattering in our ears, they not only see our weakness and sin, but what we do with them. Will they remember us as ones who embraced the scorn? Or will they remember us as ones who had great humility over it and prayed for the power to overcome it?                   

The girl wants to be like me. 

I am like someone she wants to be. 

Am I becoming like what I want her to become? Will I, will we, embrace it? Will we love it?


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