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Just Like Him...

Timmy came out of our room with his "papi's" commander shirt on.  He asked if he could put on his hat and belt too.  We started to laugh at him giving orders like Norberto does every Saturday in the Explorer's Club.  Then Timmy said,

"I want to be a Commander when I grow up, just like Papi." 

Timmy loves his dad and he copies everything he does.

He walks like him.
Talks like him.
He eats the same foods (especially too much dulce de leche on his bread)
He wants to help him with every project.
He even pees outside on the trees, just like dad. (I'm not saying I like it though).

and he told us just yesterday that he was Papi's best son and he showed me his little thumb that matches His Papi's unique thumb.  Yes, Timmy.  You are your Papi's best son.   

So, Timmy made me think....

"I wonder how I'm doing at copying everything my heavenly "Papi" does?" 

Do I walk like He does?
Do I talk like He does?
Do I want to serve others like He did?
Is there any question whose child I am when I look at my thumbprint?

Sometimes I wonder if I do as good a job imitating my Father as a five year old does.


  1. Great post! Really enjoyed reading it especially because I have 2 little boys and I know how they love their daddy. Love the way you tie it into our relationship with God as he is our father.


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