Like Father, Like Daughter
My mom tells this great story about me. We used to walk to the grocery store and get lunch every day. Soup was one of our favorites. She and I would eat vegetable while my dad would eat chicken-noodle. One day I finally noticed he was not eating vegetable, apparently he did not like it. From that day on, I would not eat vegetable. I no longer liked it. I still don’t like it.
What changed? My father was not eating it, neither was I.
Fast forward to my teenage years when my dad and I did not see much of each other. Every now and again my mother would give this exasperated sigh and say “You’re just like your father.” I thought is was strange thing to say as I was just remaking my bed so I could go to sleep. I did not know my father used to do the same thing.
When I stop to think about this, I understand it is a shadow of something deeper. As I begin to live from the life that is Christ, I understand I’m just like my Father. As a daughter, beloved by the King, He imparts His life to me and I am no longer alive to myself. I am dead. He is the life I live. As such, the natural identity I have is His. I have these characteristics of the Father. I can do all things through Him. I have compassion, love, joy, peace, patience, etc. These things are not me, they are Christ.
Like Father, like daughter.