Fingerprint Friday... Seven years...

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...

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My fingerprint this week...

Seven years ago.  So young, ready to have a baby.  Luke and I signed a marriage license in that tiny apartment in a college town.  His giving in to me, wanting to be married somehow before the baby came.  Holding hands, the future totally unknown.

I look back now at that younger girl and I want to protect her.  To hold her tight, to try to shield her from the world to come.  But I can't, and it wouldn't be for the best.  I think the best things in me were learned during my trials and that girl is young.  I like the woman she's become. 

And I like the man that he's become.  The safe place, strong arms.  Calloused hands that have held our babies; hands that gently touched a cheek, telling one baby goodbye.  Hands that have folded in prayer more times than I can count.  The wrinkles on his face tell the story of the years we've been through and the gray in his hair shows the weight's his shoulders have carried.

I cannot believe it's seven years and at the same time it sounds so little.  I've lived a lifetime by his side already...

God has blessed me with a wonderful partner to walk with.  After all we've been through I can say completely that I would choose no other.  Whatever may come, how difficult it may be, with you I can make it.  Seven years...  I love you more now, stronger now, fiercer now...  You are His fingerprint.