I honestly didn't get it when people told me Joshua looked like me. There really wasn't much that I recognized. But then last week when I was taking self portraits for that Wordless Wednesday I came across this one. And I about fell over.
I finally saw what everyone else saw so quickly. Our faces, our bone structure, oh eyes, ...
My baby boy looked like me.
I miss him. I cried about him last night - which hasn't happened in a while (outside of church). Reassuring in a way.
Saw a little 10 week old boy today and realized how much Joshua didn't do for his age. But I don't care.
Also watch a Max Lucado film called The Crippled Lamb. It's about a little lamb who's crippled and not like the others his age. He can't do what the others can. He has to stay home at the barn. And he's feeling really sorry for himself until a baby - named Jesus - is born in his barn. When Mary asks Joseph for something to wrap Jesus in, the lamb - named Joshua - goes to Mary and lets her lay Jesus on his back.
Joshua. A comfort to Jesus. Because he wasn't like the rest. Because he got "left behind" he had one of the biggest privileges. He did what no other lamb did.
Well, if anyone else doesn't see the parallels... I did.
And to think Gail told me Oceana wanted to take it home. I'm wondering if perhaps Gail knew I needed to see it.