Hold your hand out in front of you. Pay close attention to your fingerprints. Get lost in all of the swoops and swirls. It’s easy to get lost in the intricacy of a fingerprint. There really isn’t anything on the planet as unique as your fingerprint.
Your swoops and swirls are unlike any of the 7.2 billion people on this planet!
Your swoops and swirls are unlike any of the billions of people who have lived before you!
Did you know that even identical twins have different fingerprints? A Great Designer Who knew you before the foundations of the world designed your swoops and He designed your swirls. And He didn’t stop there:
“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.” Psalm 139:13-15
Fingerprints remain a mystery to science, for the most part. My favorite hypothesis (and the one that makes the most sense) is that our fingerprints are formed as we press our fingers against our mother’s womb. This is the best “explanation” of identical twins having different fingerprints, as they are in different parts of their mother’s womb. I don’t know if that is really true, as nobody “really “ understands the uniqueness of our fingerprints, or our DNA for that matter.
This causes most people to look for something bigger than themselves. Because as much as we are unique from each other, we are made in His image, with a consciousness that there is more to life than breathing air. And so we are either taught about God or learn about Him the hard way. We somewhat accept that we are made in His image, but most of us walk around life letting the hits of life dim our eyes and the reflection stops being a reflection of God, but of a life we let get the best of us.
Those of us who profess Jesus as our Lord and Savior are worse than anybody. We get dressed up nicely on Sunday’s and go to church with smiles on our faces, but the rest of the week, our lives are all about the rat race; having what others have and worse than that desires to look like others look. This kind of thinking is an assault to the beautiful workmanship that is your body, mind and spirit, but man do we all do it.
I have struggled a good portion of my life with Psalm 139. I struggled (and sometimes still do) because when I look in the mirror whether it is a full- length mirror or a rear view mirror, what I see does not match the Truth that is Psalm 139. I am precious, I am unique, I am a daughter of the most high God. My circumstances bring into question where God was/is during the horrible times; those same circumstances have taken it’s toll on my body and how I look—as the years of bad decisions (either mine or other people’s) are etched in my face. I’ve asked God where He was when bad things have happened. I struggle to see the swoops and the swirls. I fail to see them as unique. I fail to see them as amazing. I fail (sometimes) to believe in the Great Designer.
But my unbelief doesn’t make it untrue. The truth of Psalm 139 may never match the experiences of life. But my swoops are awesome, and tagged for a purpose in this life. My swirls are amazing and I hope show off the handiwork of God.
It is time that I started acting like the unique 1:7.2 billion creations of the Most High God that I am.
I can start by not believing the lies of the enemy who wants me to believe I was a mistake. He wants me to believe that life’s circumstances have rendered me less valuable than you. He wants me to believe that I have used up all my chips with God. He wants me to believe that a God that formed me before the foundations of the world is not a “loving God” because bad things happen.
But what he forgets is all I have to do is look at one of my fingers. All I have to do is look for Him in the swoops and swirls.
I can finish by thanking Him for making me exactly how He wanted me; and I can show the world the Great Designer by respecting the gift. The best way I (we) can do that is with our words and our actions. Say the words of truth and say them out loud. Even if you don’t believe them, know this:
Your enemy believes Psalm 139. He believes the words of truth we should speak over ourselves.
Because you, my friends were made in His image.
Swooping & Swirling,