My daughter was holding my hand, her heart tender with having just spent time with the Lord in prayer. And all of a sudden she whispered, “Mom, I want to be just like you when I grow up.”
Her words took me by surprise.
Of course it’s flattering to think that my little girl wants to grow up to be like me — a mama with big dreams and crazy passions burning within her chest. A girl who can’t seem to shake this heart-stretching, pulsating, overwhelming desire to love God and His people. And to love them well.
But as my heart smiled at the flattery, suddenly all of my mistakes and the ways I feel I don’t measure up as a godly mom began to flood my mind. Because let’s be honest. I’ve been a royal mess the last few weeks. I have struggled with anxiousness. I have wrestled with fear. I have been, and am currently still working through the process of listing / laying down / and leaving my worries at the foot of the cross.
So what I whispered back to her in the comforting darkness was, “Don’t strive to be like mommy, baby. Strive to be like Jesus.”
Because more than anything, I want my children to see Christ in me. Not because I’m perfect. Or a 24-7 example of His goodness and mercy. But because I want my life, my words, and my actions to point my children to HIM. To His saving grace. To His loving arms. To His hard-won, blood-purchased, love-soaked gift of forgiveness.
So my prayer for us this week is this.
That our children will catch a glimpse of Jesus – working in us and through us. In the hard stuff … and in the good things too.
That we may be an accurate reflection of who He is.
A beautiful echo of His heart.