I can see the fingerprints of God
When I look at you
I can see the fingerprints of God
And I know it's true
You're a masterpiece
That all creation quietly applauds
And you're covered with the fingerprints of God
Where do you see God's fingerprints? In nature? kids? animals? They are all around us!
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Sunday was my daddy's birthday. He's been gone since 1995 (he died at age 79) and I sure do miss him.I was feeling really blue on Sunday, wishing I could spend some time with him. I wished I could say "Happy Birthday, Daddy!" and see his smile ... hear his little chuckle when he was tickled about something, usually a dog or cat or baby ... and be reassured that he knows how much I love him.
I went to church and in the middle of the sermon, the priest told a story to illustrate one of the day's readings. The story went like this: it was a man's birthday, and he bought his little girl a wonderful present, had it wrapped beautifully with a huge bow, and presented it to his daughter. She opened it, expressed her delight, and then asked, puzzled, "But Daddy, why did you buy me a present? It's YOUR birthday." Her daddy answered, "Because nothing gives me greater pleasure than seeing YOU happy."
That made me cry and cry. It seemed to be a message from my daddy, to live my life joyfully to the fullest because that's what makes him happiest, watching over me from Heaven.

Here is a photo of my mom, me at age 5 and my daddy on a trip to Florida. It's the only family trip we ever took (he was always so busy working), and the only picture I have of the three of us when I was a child. See what I think of my Daddy in this picture? I still feel the same.

















































