Jesus Fingerprints On Me


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I love my kitchen. Handcrafted cherry cabinets…beautiful work done by some Amish friends. Granite counter tops. Big picture window to frame the country views outside. I only had to wait 41 years to get it. Perfect. Just perfect.

I sat down at the island counter this morning, like I do every other morning of the year. Everything seemed in order. The early morning sunshine streamed through the window.

Fingerprints on the stainless steel.

Smears and smudges on the counter top.

Pet fur accumulated around the baseboard.

What I thought was beautiful, has imperfections. Many.

Life leaves a residual mess.

It’s easier to see each smudge when the sun shines on it…

It makes me think about THE SON.

How often do I believe I have it all together?

And yet…

God humbles me. He lovingly shows me my imperfections when He allows His Son to shine on them.

His Son is perfect, and the Heavenly Father wants me to be more like Him.

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!  2 Corinthians 5:17 NIV

Slowly, the cleaning process begins.

The grime, dirt, and smudges of me.

The things that hold me back or keep me down.

The pieces of my life that are stained with imperfection.

Sometimes the clean up seems easy, on other days the scrubbing hurts.

It’s a work in progress and I am forever grateful that Jesus is patient…and persistent.

The only fingerprints I want others to see, are those of Jesus, on me.

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