As I look back I can trace God's fingerprints scattered all over my life. From when He carefully molded my body in my mothers womb to when he wrought my character in life's burning trials, He has left numerous fingerprints on my body and soul. I had yelled and yammered to be left alone, like a child, I had struggled to run away and have my way. But God held me firmly watching over me lest I fall, giving me His fingerprints on my wrists. I have them on my heart when He mends it after every heart break. Some are left on my mind as life lessons. I clearly recognize them imprinted on every memory, behind every tear and every smile. His tender hands still reach out to leave his fingerprints on my every day. All I am is thankful.
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