Her eyes grew large as I rolled up to the drive-thru of Starbucks, she was a sweet bouncy barista with simplistic tattoos, short brown hair tucked into a messy bun. She turned to get my payment and this dear sweet soul’s eyes lit up! “You look like Taylor Swift!”
It took me a moment to take in what she had said and figure out how to respond.
My neat bun was slipping into a disaster, my red heart glasses were perched on top of my head, and I was desperately hoping that my eyes weren’t puffy from the amount of crying that had been going on in the last 24 hours. I felt like a wreck, so a compliment was the last thing on my mind.
Fumbling for something to say, I think I managed “Aw! Thanks, I wish I could sing like her.”
She offered me a smile, and my coffee, I accepted both and returned the smile with “Thanks so much have a good rest of your day!”
Driving away, couldn’t help but mull over my response. Do I really want to be able to sing like TS? Not really, what would I do if I had a platform like that? Is that what I want people to look at me and say? Oh you look like…the world. There is nothing in TS’s life that I would like to imitate, so why am I flattered. And there was a sudden ache in my heart. And I realized what I really wanted. What I really want someone to be able to look at me and say. I want to live a life that when someone looks at my life they see One person.
Jesus.
You look like Jesus…
I want to resemble His heart, His passion, His pattern, to walk in His footsteps.
I want to be like Jesus.
So, dear reader, I leave you with the question…who do you want to look like?
