Sometimes it seems like instead of a fingerprint, I've got God's entire hand on me! (and sometimes even His foot when I really need it!)
My favorite fingerprint is my very own daughter. For years, we tried having a baby and couldn't. We finally decided to go to a Fertility Hospital, located an hour away. I knew in my heart, even if we went, it'd be practically impossible to keep up with the crazy schedule and appts. that were required, especially because the hospital was an hour away in one direction, and my dh's job was an hour away in the complete opposite direction.
The morning we were scheduled to go, I took a pregnancy test just so I could say to them, "No. I'm definitely not pregnant." While I waited that minute for the results, I prayed to God, one last time, that I wouldn't have to go to the hospital. I was absolutely shocked....I'm talking shocked....when the results were positive!
Three years of trying and the very morning we're scheduled to go to the Fertility Hospital, I find out I'm pregnant. It still amazes me! And I'm also happy to report that my next little fingerprint, a son, came along 2 1/2 years later.