In the Image

One of my favorite things to do is cook.
I simply love it.

This last week I found myself cooking in my favorite place-
My grandmama's kitchen.

My sweet Grandmama passed away two years ago this June.
Losing her was super difficult for me.

Before she got very ill we would cook together.
She would sit on a stool and I would stand next to her in the kitchen and learn to make all kinds of delicious concoctions and dishes.

When she got really sick she would sit in the chair in the living room and I would try to remember the recipes myself- and holler when I needed help. She was always very patient in recalling the recipes out loud to me- helping me along the way.

Even now- I still find myself with questions about recipes and, out of habit, look at her chair.

Some of my happiest memories were in that tiny kitchen with her.

It took me about a year to want to get back into her kitchen and cook.

So- this Tuesday I was there. Whipping up some strawberry fig preserves waiting for the rest of my family to arrive for supper.
Cutting and chopping- trying to do it just right.

My sweet Grandaddy walked by and without hesitation said
"Woo Girl- Just like your grandmama used to make it!"

With tears in my eyes "Thank you" came quietly out of this girls mouth.

What a compliment!

To think that, in her kitchen, I was replicating the skills that she had first taught me- nothing but a gift from the Lord.

Overwhelmed and filled with joy I continued to cook-
and a wave came over me.

This is exactly how I long for people to see Jesus in my life.

To see the way that I love.
The way that I give.
The way that I serve.
The way that I treat others...

And say "Woo girl- That is exactly how Jesus loved, gave, served and treated others"

Is this not my purpose?

To be made in God's very image and strive daily to look more like Christ.

I started to examine my own life.

Is Christ seen in and through me?

Do others look at my life and see Jesus?

My words here are few because I am still processing what this looks like in my heart.

I do know- though- for a fact that in the same way it takes practice, time and skill to cook like my Grandmama did- it takes the same amount of time, commitment and practice to live a life for Christ.


To look like Christ we must spend time with Him.

I must seek His face in His word.
I must spend time talking with Him in prayer.
I must spend time listening to Him and meditating on His word.
I must sit at His feet and be still.


I have spoiled a batch of creamed potatoes more times that I would like to admit.

In the same way- and bearing much more weight- I have lived too many days looking like this world and not like Christ.

I pray that I become more intentional in mirroring the life of Christ in my own.

Dying to myself and my ways and living a life that brings honor and glory to Christ- for His names sake alone.


What does your life say about your relationship with Christ?
Does your life mirror the life of Jesus?


I pray today that we examine ourselves and our hearts with raw eyes- and allow the Lord to work in us and shape us to look more like Jesus.


I am truly overwhelmed at the nearness of our Abba Father and the way that He loves and leads my life.


But for me it is good to be near God;
I have made the Lord God my refuge,
that I may tell of all your works.
Psalm 73:28


Many Blessings.