Fingerprints
My windows are finger-magnets for the small people who visit our home. The prints stop about 3 ft. from the floor on the panes (except for dog nose-prints a little higher up). Our own kids are finally past the fingers-on-the-window stage—(I think). One might expect that opening the blinds on a sunny day would make me lunge for the Windex and paper towels, since the prints are one of the first things I notice when I look outside. Maybe it’s because that, if they are not bleeding, asking for money, or needing to be fed, I tend to ignore them. Or maybe it’s because that, living here on the “wet coast”, I’m just grateful to have the sun shining!
If someone comments that either their vision is really bad or your windows desperately need to be squeegied, this next thought gives you permission to leave the windows as they are (just tell them it’s an object lesson): each print reminds me that, if the Lord cares enough to make every fingerprint different on every single person in the world, He can help me with everything that I will put my hand to today.
“Casting all your care upon Him, for He careth for you.” 1Peter 5:7
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