Mini-me

My poor, poor daughter. Please pray for her. She’s had a traumatic experience.

 

It seems Facebook has a special “recognition” feature, where it will automatically tag you and your friends if you tell it to. She’d apparently turned on this feature to save time, tagging all her friends. And that’s where the trouble started.

 

She posted several pictures of herself with her friends, and . . . well . . . Facebook tagged them as me.

 

Her mother.

 

Nearly three decades her senior. Now, I personally was quite flattered by the whole thing. If Facebook were an old man, I’d say he was flirting with me. “Oh, you’re much too young to be her mother. You must be her twin.” But since the Facebook feature is a robot, I’m not sure what to think.

 

Except, the feature obviously needs glasses.

 

It’s true, she looks a lot like me, God bless her. She’s got my eyes. My nose (poor dear.) And our faces are shaped the same. We’ve even been told we share a similar smile. She really is a mini-me, the new and improved version.

 

The feature is designed to recognize facial shape. The distance between the eyes. The line of the nose. It’s clearly not designed to recognize fine lines and sags . . . not that that would make a difference.

 

Ahem.

 

I think it’s interesting that, just as my daughter looks like me, God made us to look like Him. He said so, right there in His Word. We were made in His image. But although Facebook confused me with my daughter, no one has ever confused me for God.

 

Why is that?

 

Don’t answer, please.

 

The truth is, God formed me (and you) in His image, but sin has deformed us. All the sin and yuck of this world have attached itself to my spirit, so much that I don’t look anything like I’m supposed to look. I don’t look anything like my Father, who created me to look like Him. I guess you could say my soul has been twisted and misshapen beyond recognition.

 

But the cool thing is, God, who formed me in the first place, has the ability to reform me. If I’ll be still and allow Him to have His way, He’ll put everything back as it was supposed to be all along. But it gets even better!

 

Like playdough in a mold, God wants me to conform my thoughts, my actions, my desires to His will for my life. He wants me to let go of my pride and become a servant. He wants me to let go of my hurt and forgive others. He wants me to let go of my selfishness and put other people’s desires ahead of my own. Like squeezing into a too-small dress, that kind of change is uncomfortable.

 

But when I do that, He’ll do something amazing . . . He’ll transform my spirit into something more beautiful than I ever thought possible. And then . . . believe it or not . . . then people just might start looking at me and saying, “She looks a lot like her Father.”

 

And unlike my poor daughter, I can’t think of a better compliment.

 

“God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them,” Genesis 1:27 NIV.

 

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