Little mirrors everywhere

Since I have been home, I have realized that little mirrors are always around me. These little mirrors are my children. Although they do resemble me physically, each in their own way, that is not the mirror image I am speaking of.

These little mirrors are images of my temperament, language, reactions, all the ways that I act, talk, move. As I watch my children, I am sometimes overjoyed by the way they treat each other and others around us. I think "great! my kindness is rubbing off on them" other times I see the way they act to each other and to situations and it is very unpleasant. My first thought in those situations is "where did they learn that behavior?" that is when God whispers in my ear "don't you remember acting like that just yesterday?"

Being home I have had to do a great amount of self reflecting. God created us in His own image and wants us to live and love like Him. He wants us to teach our children to live and love like Him.

"So God created man in His own image; in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them. Genesis 1:27

Each day I pray that I reflect the image of God so that my children, when they mirror me, they will be mirroring Him.

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