One Sunday, Barblings #1 & 2 were walking down the aisle and I was taken by how much they look alike. Aged 17 & 14, there is a bit of an age and maturity gap. But the manner in which they presented themselves at that moment, they could have been twins. Both are tall, lithesome teenagers. Both have medium brown hair cut to similar length and style. On that day, both bore winsome smiles and a graceful and peaceful demeanor. Only one issue - B#1 shares not an iota of DNA with B#2. B#1 is adopted.
So how can that be? How can they look alike? It's not nature, so it must be nurture. Raised by the same parents, living in the same house, sharing a bathroom, the very presence of each other over 14 years has given them some likeness.
As a Christian, the Word says I'm adopted, too. Have I spent enought time with my Lord to take on some resemblance to Him? Have I shared myself, given my entire self, MY ways, MY desires over to Him? My current mood would shout the answer "NO". But there is hope.
When I feel so unlike Him, when I feel so far from Him, I recall the verses from Lamentations "The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, His mercies never come to an end. They are new every morning; great is Thy faithfulness." and I cling to this promise. Every morning is a new day. And His morning doesn't begin at
5:30am, like mine so I'm safe while I sleep. No matter how much self-pity I display throughout the day, no matter what hateful thoughts I might have. No matter what un-Christ-like qualities I might have, His mercy is renewed each day ant I'm able to start each day with a clean slate, the ugliness wiped from my countenance. I am given another day to grow to look more like Him.