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Finger prints and why I love them!

This morning I looked out my window for a while enjoying the perfectly blue sky and the gorgeous pine tree that sits adjacent to my office. It was impossible to ignore the many hand and finger prints that accompanied the view. Some may have been put off by this odd addition to the beautiful vista, but I welcome them as part of the beautiful scenery. 

Am I being sarcastic? No, absolutely not (a rare occasion, I know). 

These human prints are in some ways like the God prints that I enjoy on this bright morning in the valley. My God created the beauty of nature as a representation of his deeply felt love for me (and you). My students and friends often take time to mime, blow kisses, make blow fish faces at me through my window; it's hilarious and adorable. 

These things, like the Creator's creation, are representations of love toward me. No, the smeared face print and lip prints are not beautiful in the same way that the sky, the tall pine and the green grass are. They all, however, represent love and thoughtfulness by the those who partner with me in relationship. 





I'm sitting here just soaking in the truth that I AM LOVED! 

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