My mother loved birds.
She was a country girl all her life and could identify the birds of north Arkansas by their sights and sounds: mockingbirds, blue jays, redbirds, mourning doves, chickadees, whippoorwills, and others.
Shortly after Mom died in November 2016, I received in the mail a little package from my cousin, Sandy.
Sandy is an artist.
Inside the package she had mailed to me was this little hand-painted, stone redbird.
Sandy had included a note in which she wrote, “I was walking along the road the other day, saw this rock, and thought, I see a redbird in that rock. I’m going to paint it and send it to Debbie.”
How thoughtful of her! And how creative!
I love my little rock redbird and keep it on my desk by my computer. It reminds me of both my bird-loving mother and my kind, artistic cousin.
I cannot imagine seeing anything in a rock. I do not have the artist’s eye.
But in addition to reminding me of my mother and my cousin, this little keepsake reminds me of a Biblical truth.
When God created me, He made me in His image. And His image is total goodness.
That image of God in me gets hidden sometimes. Influences from sin, the world, and my own mortal nature mar it.
But that image is there. God is ever working to bring it forth and make it evident for others to see.
What an honor it is to know I am made, in some mysterious way, in the very image of the Creator and Sustainer of this universe!
If I allow God’s Spirit within me to do His work, God’s image will shine forth from me.
That requires both my willingness and cooperation. I must desire that image to be apparent in my life.
If I want it passionately enough, God will make it happen.
May you be blessed this week as you allow God’s image to be seen in you.