A few weeks ago I had some guy come to the house and clean my windows. Yeah, I know, it was a bit extreme, but I have a lot of windows and I was tired of looking through the haze. He spent all day here. He cleaned the screens on the windows and that crud that is on the ledge. The stuff you aren’t sure what it is, but you don’t want to touch it, kind of stuff. He did inside and out and by golly, when he was done, it was a thing of beauty. I had to just take a moment and ponder the whole clean window thing.
It lasted a few days. The grandkids came over...need I say more? Before long, there were finger prints, face smears on most windows that they could reach, and parts of food and chocolate, where it hadn’t been before.
It kind of took the wind out of my sails. I had a lot of sighs, as I went through the house, looking at the damage that had been done.
But in all honesty, what was the damage, exactly? My grandchildren, whom I love with all my being, were here. I have proof that they were....Any CSI guy could come with his blue light and test the area. They could see Emily’s snot on one window, and Claire’s tiny little prints on another. Laura, Annie, and Millie’s are in the other room where they colored pictures and taped them to the windows. Joshua and Norah aren’t big enough to leave their mark, but it is only a matter of time. And heaven help me, if I dare complain. I have friends who see their grands once a year, if they are lucky. I am only hours from 4 and minutes from 3....The Lord has blessed me mightily, and I am thankful.
It made me think of the fingerprints of God, and His mark on my own life. There are several times God’s fingerprints are mentioned in the bible. The 10 Commandments, both sets, were inscribed by His very own finger. (Deut. 9:10) The very heavens were made by his fingers (Ps 8:3) and Jesus himself drove out demons with the finger of God (Lk 11:20). And who can forget, when in Daniel, (Dan. 5:5) God showed up, and wrote on the wall with his finger to pronounce doom to Belshazzar?
It is amazing to me what the ALL MIGHTY can do with just the tip of his fingers! Wow....I just hope when my last days are here, and my number has been called, God’s CSI angels can get their little blue light and see God’s fingerprints all over me! He has certainly left His mark, and I am so thankful He has.
So, if you come to my house, you may see a smear or two on my windows. I hope it makes ya smile a bit. It sure does me good to know my grands are just that....GRAND and messy!....gotta love it!
