There's a song by Stephen Curtis Chapman that goes:
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.I see God's fingerprints on many signs of spring. Two of my favorite are in this photo: pussywillows and birds. When I was a little girl, the first time I saw pussywillows in the yard of our childhood home.....I was smitten. I was fascinated by their look....their feel....and of course, their name!!
According to an old Polish legend, many springtimes ago a mother cat was crying at the bank of the river in which her kittens were drowning. The willows at the river's edge longed to help her, so they swept their long graceful branches into the waters to rescue the tiny kittens who had fallen into the river while chasing butterflies. The kittens gripped on tightly to their branches and were safely brought to shore. Each springtime since, in Spring, the willow-without-a-flower decks itself out in gentle velvet buds that feel to the fingers like the silky coat of a small cat. These buds are known today as catkins and remarkably, in every country, these soft willow trees are named after cats.
No one but God could make these tiny little puffs of the softest gray come out of teeny buds. Miraculous!!!
Stop by Beki's blog for more fingerprints.
Then take a peak here for some great blogs!
