“I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are Your works, and that my soul knows very well.” Psalm 139:14
Recently I had to have my fingerprints taken for a license I needed. Isn’t it strange how something so simple causes such feelings of anxiety and stress? Even though I knew that I had never done anything illegal and there was no cause for worry, just the act of the lady holding my fingers and rolling them across the pad caused my heart to race. Somehow, in that “too much CSI moment” I half expected a big red warning sign to appear on the screen with the words “perfect match” to some unknown crime. (And I wonder why I take medication for anxiety!)
Later, after a venti Café Mocha double shot with extra whip, I was able to look back on the experience with a bit more clarity. (although for the record it was hours before I stopped looking in the rear view mirror for flashing lights) As my fingers were rolled across the computer pad, my prints appeared on the monitor before me. (Gone are the days of ink pads and paper, making it a much cleaner process) I was able to see each little line, each little bend of skin, each scar clearly outlined. What I was seeing in front of me was my uniqueness, my own God given identifier. There is no one else with the same fingerprints as mine. Those swirls and patterns on each fingertip define me as uniquely me.
Genesis 1 etches into my heart the words that God created me “in His own image” and “He saw all that He had made, and it was very good”. These fingers and toes and unruly hair and vertically challenged body were made in His image! I am unique by design. He looks down and sees His creation, His child, His perfect blend of Heaven and Earth. In spite of my sinful nature, my starts and stops, my inability to focus on the task at hand, HE LOVES ME! He recognizes me instantly, not by my brokenness but by my unique identifier….that I am made in His image right down to the swirls on my fingertips.
Unlike the big computer screen which held every bit of earthly information about me, He holds no record of my past. When I spoke the words He wanted to hear, when I accepted Christ into my heart, He hit the delete button on every bit of brokenness in my past. When He pulls up my fingerprints on the screen the only words I will see are that “we (I), out of all creation, became His prized possession” James 1:18. And every time I sin, because I will (daily), my brother Christ Jesus will reach up and hit the delete button again, clearing the screen once again because of His great love for me. He gave His Blood that I might be able to hold my hands up to God, our Father, in praise and gratitude for making me in His Image and seeing that I am good.
Dearest Father God, I come before You, hands lifted in gratitude. You are merciful and kind, giving me hope when I feel hopeless, strength when I feel weak, and love when I feel unloved. Let me always show Your Mercy and Love to those who need You through me. Let me hit the delete button on the hurts and anger I carry, forever erasing those thoughts. Let me be full of forgiveness, just as You forgive me on a daily basis. I pray that I will always remember that each person on this earth is fearfully and wonderfully made, in Your image. In the Name of Christ Jesus, Amen
copyright2013 Michelle Welch, team member of Breath Of Life Women’s Ministries
photography by Michelle Welch, all rights reserved
scriptures from NKJV and NIV1984 Bible