Reflections

                    

I noticed it one day as we sat at her kitchen table.   

There she was in a pose that was comfortable to her and familiar to me…

and that’s when I noticed it – I was mirroring her same pose.

Her mannerisms were her own.

Had she sat differently

those mannerisms would have seemed awkward to me .

 But, they weren’t different, 

they were hers and I realized then - they were a part of  me as well.

I held my hand to my mouth the way she did,

  I held my coffee cup the way she did,

I leaned into her conversation the way she was leaning into mine…

In  subconscious, unnoticeable ways along the journey
I had learned to reflect my Mom.

Reflections can be a beautiful thing…
you can find them in a mirror

or in still waters,

and as I realized that day-in the eyes and life of someone you love.

Mom lived a life worthy of reflecting in many ways…

Jesus lived His life on earth, worthy of  reflecting in every way.

To reflect His voice,

His hands,

His compassion,

His laughter

His grace

His priority of people,

 It is His reflection I desire…

as I sit at Your table Lord
I wonder. . . 
am I reflecting You?