Seek First: The Fingerprints of God

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 The Fingerprints of God
Today’s TreasureRead Psalm 22:9-10 and 71:5-6; Isaiah 46:3-4

“I’ve been there all along.” God gently reminds us in Isaiah 46:3. If forensic scientists could detect God’s fingerprints with a simple dusting exercise, then every embryo tucked secretly in a mother’s womb would bear evidence of God’s touch. In the words of author Gary Thomas, “Even while tucked in their mothers’ bellies, God pursues our kids; he calls them to their spiritual homes before they can even speak. He zealously seeks their good, eagerly plans for their salvation, and generously gives them constant attention and oversight” (Devotions for Sacred Parenting 135).


Not only do God’s hands shape us while we are “in the secret place” (Psalm 139), but His hands carry us from the moment of conception to the grave. “I have cared for you since you were born,” our Creator reminds us in Isaiah 46:3. No other religion boasts a God who not only CREATES his children, but also WALKS with them.


What confidence this simple truth can give us as parents. We cannot be with our children at all times, but God can. Even when they are out of our reach, our treasured youngsters are safe in the hands of God. Delight today in knowing that your children’s precious lives are carried carefully by the One who created their souls. The Lord promises, “From eternity to eternity I am God. No one can snatch anyone out of my hand.” Isaiah 43:13




Parent’s Pondering: About what do I worry when my children are “out of reach”? Turn those worries over to the Lord today. Then, read “The Rocking Chair Prayer” and thank God for having the only arms your children will never outgrow!

Rocking Chair Prayer
By: Alicia Bruxvoort
 
Precious little babe of mine,
A miracle of God’s design.
I marvel at the sight of you,
So soft and pink and fresh and new.
You are Heaven in disguise,
With Daddy’s smile and Mommy’s eyes.
You’re everything I’d hoped you’d be,
Handpicked for our family.
And as we rock the night away,
I wish that you could always stay
Safe within my loving arms,
Far from heartaches, hurts, and harms.
But just as night must lead to dawn,
Time will not stop marching on,
And though you seem so slight and small,
I know that in no time at all
We’ll trade in this rocking chair
For wheels that carpool here and there.
Then, in your “bigness” you might think
That Mom’s arms have begun to shrink.
And so I pray that as you grow,
You will not hesitate to go
To the hands that hold each star,
The arms that reach to where you are.
May you climb upon the knee
Of the Maker of eternity,
And discover that the lap of grace
Is a safe and precious place.
For now, sweet one, I hold you tight,
But surrender you in prayer each night
To the only One I know
Who has the arms you won’t outgrow.
 










Alicia

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