Fingerprints

We followed the path winding through the customs hall, eventually being directed to an empty station where we could enter our passports and declare we had nothing proscribed. Being the US passport holder, I went first, followed by Don who, not being a US citizen, had to position his right hand on the ‘reader’ so his fingerprints could be taken.

It happens every time. Missing a couple of fingertips, he has to repeat the exercise three times, after which he is instructed to use his left hand. Thankfully it is intact and we can then progress through the customs hall and out into the bright California sunshine.

Thanks to Jesus, our real citizenship is in heaven. We are all aliens here on earth, and when we transition from earth to heaven, we won’t have to pass a fingerprint test nor have a passport which is in date and from the ‘right’ country.

We only have to love Jesus, and we’re in, living with him forever. Oh, so grateful.

Wait

My swimsuit dripped a puddle as I waited. A young woman came out of the changing rooms, shifting impatiently and looking frequently towards the men’s changing room door. Finally she could wait no longer, knocked a warning and poked her head into the dressing room to check her dad’s progress.

She came back, explaining, ‘They’re all in there just chatting. One of the men says he went to school in Crieff sixty years ago.’

‘That’d be my husband,’ I nodded.

Waiting. Much of my life seems to be waiting. 

‘Wait for the Lord. Be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.’

Living in an instant age, it can be hard to wait. But when we see the undeniable fingerprint of God on answered prayer, the wait is oh so worthwhile.