The Byrd genes are super-powerful. Every one of our five beautiful children look like their dad. By the time our fifth was born, I pretended to see myself in her. In fact, we told everyone that she was a brunette like her mom. (Her hair was one shade darker than the bleached-white-sheets-brightness of her siblings). Julia believed us, used a brown crayon for self-portraits, and reported that she had brown hair until she was in 3rd grade. Who were we kidding? She was another mini Dave.

When the kids were little, their hair was towhead white. With my brown hair, lack of defined chin, and itty bitty nose, there wasn't a great resemblance. I was often asked if I was their au pair. "No, older sister," I would joke. Haha. But put them with their father, oh my! There was no doubting which gene pool they swam out of.

I'm not the only one who notices the strong Byrd genes. Listen to what happened this week! Both of our 15-year-old twin boys work at Chick-Fil-A. (When they both are at the counter, it's amusing for staff and customers alike!) The other day, Danny was working at the counter when a man came up to order. He said, "Is your father David Byrd?" Danny nodded and said, "How did you know?" The man, a pharaceutical rep like Dave, said, "'Cause he stamped you good!" I love that. Danny's dad stamped him good. Anyone who knows the father can recognize the son...or daughter.

I wonder if you think your heavenly father "stamped you good." Consider Genesis. As mankind was being designed, the Father, Son and Holy Spirit have a little conversation. An excerpt:

"Then God said, "Let us make man in our image, in our likeness." (Genesis 1:26a). And He did. "So God created man in his own image, in the image of god he created him; male and female he created them." (Genesis 1:27).

He stamped us good. I can't explain what God looks like, or even scratch the surface of what it truly means to be made in the image of God. But I know it's a good thing. It's as good as a boy looking like his dad. I want to be known by my Father, too. The highest compliment I believe we can pay is "I see the Lord in you." Lord, let it be.