Wednesday, March 13, 2013

The Fingerprints of God

We had another one of those days: days when frustration and anger fill my child with rage at a disability he doesn’t understand.
Another day when he screams at me, “why do I have to have this disability?”.

The words quickly swell in my head… because a woman chose to drink while she was pregnant…because sin is rampant in this world…because we are living in a world that is not heaven.
But he’s too young for any of those logical, truthful answers.
My heart grieves for him. I don’t always understand the Fetal Alcohol either.

I know at this moment what he’s longing for is comfort for solace, for acceptance, for love.
So I hold him. I rock him close.
I cry with him and tell him I am so, so sorry.
I tell him I am on his team and we will fight through this unknown together.
And I whisper to him words from a song I love….

“Never has there been and never again
Will there be another you
Fashioned by God's hand
And perfectly planned
To be just who you are
And what He's been creating
Since the first beat of your heart
Is a living breathing priceless work of art and...

Just look at you
You're a wonder in the making
Oh, and God's not through, no
In fact, He's just getting started and…

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”

Thank you Steven Curtis Chapman for penning the words to Fingerprints of God from your heart so many years ago. My son finds solace through this music and for that, I am ever grateful.

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