Last week we trekked to North Carolina to spend Thanksgiving with my sister and her family:
At one point we drove through snow. Flakes swirled around us.
Jake: How is each snowflake unique? How can that be possible?
Me: Because God is infinitely creative. He never ever runs out of ideas.
Jake: That’s unimaginable!
Pragmatic Maddie: Isn’t it possible because snowflakes lose arms and partially melt and then form other shapes?
Moment of thought for everyone.
Me: But isn’t that cool, too, that God takes what we see as negative and makes something beautiful out of it?
Maddie: It’s like they’re God’s fingerprints, each one different.
Snowflakes and people–fingerprints of God.
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Oh, that made me laugh! Love you!