@brittarnhild
I was looking after my grandson for a couple of hours while my daughter and son in law had some errands to do. The baby was sleeping and I had brought a book, eager to get some reading done for my Visiting The World Through Books-project. The book ended up laying untouched on the table.
Five fingers. Five fingers of perfection. Not long ago they let go of God´s index finger, sent out in the world in search for new hands to be held by. New fingers to hold. God´s hands are still there, cradling the baby´s body, but the finger grip has loosened and the new little person is sent out by the holy breath into a world where it will have to find its own space.
It happens every day. All the time.
To watch it closely is a miracle.
Five fingers.
Shaped to hold God´s index finger.
