Since I've recently retired, I have more time on my hands it seems...and I suddenly felt like playing with this little scenario. After searching out a copy of the familiar portrait of my grandmother, I decided to dress up similar to the way she was dressed, and then see if I truly did look anything like her. My husband was willing to humor me and said he would do the honor of taking my picture.
Here's my beautiful Grandma:
As I pondered this I wondered to myself just why did I do this kooky thing? Am I "losing it", or am I just having a little fun and playing "dress up" like a little girl again. Is that so bad? One of my friends said that she thought the side by side pictures would please my grandmother very much. I like that thought. I never got to spend much time with my grandma. We moved to Florida when I was only five, and my grandparents lived in Ohio. Consequently, we got to see them only once a year when we took a summer trip to visit. Unfortunately, my grandmother was not well for quite a few years, and then she passed away when I was fifteen. So I always felt like I really didn't get to know her and she truly didn't know me either.
Okay, enough of this nostalgia. What is really going on here? Perhaps it is a type of search for my identity. I've often wondered about my ancestors, and have thought how wonderful it will be to meet them all face to face someday in heaven and discover who they are and who I really do resemble.
More than all the ancestors, however, I look forward to seeing my Lord and Savior face to face...and hopefully discover that He is the One Whom I resemble most of all.
O To Be Like Thee, Blessed Redeemer By Thomas O. Chisholm, written in 1897. (Click on the link to hear this beautiful hymn)
This is my constant longing and prayer;
Gladly I’ll forfeit all of earth’s treasures,
Jesus, Thy perfect likeness to wear.
Blessèd Redeemer, pure as Thou art;
Come in Thy sweetness, come in Thy fullness;
Stamp Thine own image deep on my heart.
Loving, forgiving, tender and kind,
Helping the helpless, cheering the fainting,
Seeking the wandering sinner to find.
Holy and harmless, patient and brave;
Meekly enduring cruel reproaches,
Willing to suffer others to save.
Now to receive anointing divine;
All that I am and have I am bringing,
Lord, from this moment all shall be Thine.
Pour out Thy Spirit, fill with Thy love;
Make me a temple meet for Thy dwelling,
Fit me for life and Heaven above.