Keystrokes

I’m typing on a keyboard.
I’m typing on a keyboard to create.

As I create, I type.
As I type, I leave fingerprints.

I leave fingerprints on they keys I touch.
I leave thought-prints on the words I leave behind.

I wonder if that’s a bit how it worked when we were created, if you believe in that sort of thing.

If our Creator left small fingerprints from himself behind on each of us as we were created. None of us receiving the some prints, strokes or thoughts. All created a little differently. Some of us with a little bit more of this and some of us with a little bit more of that.

I’m not sure how many fingers our thoughts our Creator has. Probably too many to count on each of my own hands. But I’d like to think that as we were created, it was expected that we were created differently. That we were created to be a part of something bigger than ourselves. That disagreeing among us all was expected, but that it was all in order to be created for everyone. The skeptics and the hesitant, and the bold and the confident. Those hungry to learn and those who are learned. That we were all Created, and now we are all Here.

-Cliff
Cliff’s Note:
Different is needed, and we were made with that hardwired into our system. To grow, to learn and to reflect our Creator.