Lookin' Just Like My Daddy
My daddy’s bright-skinned.
Not light, bright-skinned.
I’m not.
I’m brown.
Not maple.
Not chestnut.
Not cinnamon.
Not Hershey.
Just this blessed, beautiful brown.
So, when he picked me up from college, my friends queried me.
“That’s your daddy?” they’d ask.
And I would nod.
“Your real daddy?”
And I’d nod again.
“Your real, real daddy?”
And I’d roll my eyes, snap my neck back and slide my hands up to my hips. “Yes!” I’d say for the final time. “He’s my real, real daddy.”
And if you look past our color differences, you can see that we really do look alike. I’ve got my daddy’s head, a “David face,” my mother calls it. I’ve got his nose, his mouth, his temper. He’s my daddy and I look like him.
The same’s true of the Heavenly Father.
If He’s our real, real Daddy, we ought to look like Him.
The Monday Morning Inspirations are my attempt to see God in everyday circumstances. In them, I take an episode from my life, review it through spiritual eyes and look for the lesson. On Monday, I write to each of my friends.
I’ve done so for several years now.
They started one day at work. I felt bad, and needed to take the focus off myself. So, I wrote to all my female friends. I’ve done so since.
I share my love. I share my life. I share my laughter – and the lessons in each. My readers know the burdens I’ve bared concerning weight loss. They walked with me the day I left my position as a reporter and embarked on a freelance career with only $55 in the bank. They’ve screamed with me as a possum poked it’s head from beneath my lawn mower. And, they’ve marveled at the madness of a 64-ounce Big Gulp cup that sat atop my roof before, during and after a major windstorm.
Join us.
Be encouraged. Be uplifted.
Be inspired. Be convicted.
Be - your Father’s child.
Look like Him. Love like Him. Live like Him.
Salvation is not the end. It’s the beginning – of a victorious life in Christ.
Know that I love you each, L.
Not light, bright-skinned.
I’m not.
I’m brown.
Not maple.
Not chestnut.
Not cinnamon.
Not Hershey.
Just this blessed, beautiful brown.
So, when he picked me up from college, my friends queried me.
“That’s your daddy?” they’d ask.
And I would nod.
“Your real daddy?”
And I’d nod again.
“Your real, real daddy?”
And I’d roll my eyes, snap my neck back and slide my hands up to my hips. “Yes!” I’d say for the final time. “He’s my real, real daddy.”
And if you look past our color differences, you can see that we really do look alike. I’ve got my daddy’s head, a “David face,” my mother calls it. I’ve got his nose, his mouth, his temper. He’s my daddy and I look like him.
The same’s true of the Heavenly Father.
If He’s our real, real Daddy, we ought to look like Him.
The Monday Morning Inspirations are my attempt to see God in everyday circumstances. In them, I take an episode from my life, review it through spiritual eyes and look for the lesson. On Monday, I write to each of my friends.
I’ve done so for several years now.
They started one day at work. I felt bad, and needed to take the focus off myself. So, I wrote to all my female friends. I’ve done so since.
I share my love. I share my life. I share my laughter – and the lessons in each. My readers know the burdens I’ve bared concerning weight loss. They walked with me the day I left my position as a reporter and embarked on a freelance career with only $55 in the bank. They’ve screamed with me as a possum poked it’s head from beneath my lawn mower. And, they’ve marveled at the madness of a 64-ounce Big Gulp cup that sat atop my roof before, during and after a major windstorm.
Join us.
Be encouraged. Be uplifted.
Be inspired. Be convicted.
Be - your Father’s child.
Look like Him. Love like Him. Live like Him.
Salvation is not the end. It’s the beginning – of a victorious life in Christ.
Know that I love you each, L.
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