Fingerprint Friday

There is a song by Steven Curtis Chapman that says:
I can see the fingerprints of god
When I look at you
I can see the fingerprints of god
And I know its true
You're a masterpiece
That all creation quietly applauds
And you're covered with the fingerprints of god

So as I have been blogging about we lost my dad 3 days before Christmas, its been a month already and accepting this is very difficult. This was the sky the day I was going to Long Island for the wake. I was on the train looking out the window. I haven't seen a sky like this in about 30 years. when I spoke to my best friend that night she said the same thing, "did you see the sky around 4:00, it looked like the seat of Heaven" I miss you dad, a lot.






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Letters to Heaven

These are the things you gave me, Dad,

And these are the things I’ll prize…

To find God in a field of corn

And hope in each sunrise,

To learn the greatest truths of all

Seeing nature through your eyes.



These are the things you gave me, Dad,

And these are the things I’ll keep:

A sense of soulfulness within

And a faith that’s broad and deep,

The pride that comes from a hard day’s work

And the peace of a good night’s sleep.



These are the things you taught me, Dad,

And these are things I’ll treasure:

That money isn’t riches

And that wisdom has no measure,

That everybody has to die

But love goes on forever.



If there’s praise to give

On ways to live,

Then, Dad, you’ve shown me this…

Endurance with grace

To the end of your race,

And this is a man I’ll miss.

Reprinted from Life Between Falls: A Travelogue Through Grief & the Unexpected by Julie Lange