being thankful, reflection

A Reflection Of My Father

Twelve years ago today my Poppa Bear (PB) passed away, and my 12-year old cub reminds me so much of him.  Cub 2 was only six months old when my PB left us, but he is my PB through and through.

He looks like him.

He stands like him.

He makes facial expressions like him.

He laughs like him.

He has a huge heart like him.

He likes to be by himself like him.

He has a deep voice like him.

He mumbles when he talks like him.

I mean, it just amazes me that he behaves in the same way as my PB considering he has no memory of him. It’s just in him!

Much like when we become a child of God.  The Holy Spirit enters our heart and we can’t help but act like our Father.  Rest well tonight, blog family, knowing that you are your Father’s child!

So all of us who have had that veil removed can see and reflect the glory of the Lord. And the Lord—who is the Spirit—makes us more and more like him as we are changed into his glorious image.‭‭ 2 Corinthians‬ ‭3:18‬ ‭NLT‬‬

#RIP Richard William Wilson

Momma Bear