I look at my daughter and I see the pictures of me at her age, moving, breathing, laughing. It is surreal.
I find myself smiling at her little morning habits: snuggling in bed, snuggling with dad or I, wanting breakfast soon after getting out of bed, not saying a whole lot until she ‘wakes’ up.
I smile because it is me.
Is this how the Father feels? He sees traits of Himself in us and just smiles, knowingly? Looks lovingly at us because He can anticipate a cry to Him or a laugh?
What an imaginative, great God we serve. Who would have guessed we see ourselves mirrored in our own children? What a blessing.
Who do you mirror? Who mirrors you?