Fingerprint Friday...

There is a song by Steven Curtis Chapman that says:
I can see the fingerprints of God
When I look at you
I can see the fingerprints of God
And I know its true
You're a masterpiece
That all creation quietly applauds
And you're covered with the fingerprints of God
So look around you and see where YOU can see God's fingerprints. Is it in nature? Kids? Animals? Where do you see them? Here's how to join in.

In my life... God's fingerprints are sometimes hard to see.  Of course, in the right light they are crystal clear, but sometimes the sorrow shuts them out.  The feeling of being overwhelmed, alone, intimidated by our circumstance.  And then I'm reminded with startling clarity.

When I was pregnant I prayed and prayed.  Daily, over and over, I would simply pray "Lord, please let this baby thrive".

He has answered my prayer.  

She is full of life, seizing it with both hands to explore her surroundings.  I have been in a place where I had to open my childs hand, to place a toy in it and help her to move it.  She relied on me to brush her hair from her eyes, to lift the spoon to her mouth.  She explored the world with here eyes because she could not control her hands and my heart broke for her over and over again.

For Sarah to be able to reach, to grab, to hold on... even when naughty I rejoice.  I praise God that by His grace we have a child that can scream, cry, make messes.  Tear up my plants, throw her sippy cup off her high chair over twenty times in the course of one dinner.  She is able to grab what she wants and it it is miraculous.  To see her hold her own head up strong and move where she would like to go I am humbled.  And I am blessed.

She is thriving and I am grateful.