They came in the door, inspected my face, and pronounced the verdict: “Yes, you look like a Finn.” I’ve always been proud of my (half) Finnish heritage even though I’ve never been in Finland and don’t know the language. (Does having a “Sisu” mug count?) Many years ago, I randomly ran into someone who had known my dad during his college years, and he surprised me by saying I looked like him, especially around the eyes. This was odd since people usually remarked on how much I resembled my mom. Of course, I had to find the nearest mirror and try to see what he had seen. Yes, I saw it.
While I’m happy to identify with my dad, I’m even more eager to be seen to resemble my Heavenly Father. I want people who see and know me to recognize Him in my words, deeds, and attitudes. I want to have His eyes, see as He sees, love as He loves.
I may not be every mother’s dream for her little girl,
And my face may not grace the mind of everyone in the world.
But that’s all right, as long as I can have one wish I pray:
When people look inside my life, I want to hear them say,
She’s got her father’s eyes,
Her father’s eyes;
Eyes that find the good in things,
When good is not around;
Eyes that find the source of help,
When help just can’t be found;
Eyes full of compassion,
Seeing every pain;
Knowing what you’re going through
And feeling it the same.
Just like my father’s eyes,
My father’s eyes,
My father’s eyes,
Just like my father’s eyes.
And on that day when we will pay for all the deeds we have done,
Good and bad they’ll all be had to see by everyone.
And when you’re called to stand and tell just what you saw in me,
More than anything I know, I want your words to be,
She had her father’s eyes…
(Father’s Eyes, by Amy Grant)