On Saturday,Valentine's Day, my husband and I kept our two grandchildren so our son and his wife could have the day to celebrate. This was the first time they had taken a day for themselves since the baby was born over two months ago.
On Sunday evening when we came in from church, hubby brought my Bible to lay it on the bed in here where the computer is. That was also the bed that I had let our grandson sleep on while he was here since he's not old enough to roll around and fall off yet. Hubby called to me and I came to see what he wanted. He pointed at the blanket that our grandbaby had been sleeping on the day before and said, "Look! There's still the print of his little head!" Isn't that sweet! I just had to take a picture of it because, sure enough.... the print of his little head had been left behind.
We all leave prints behind wherever we go. We may not notice them. But they're there. And it either leaves a good or a bad impression on the ones who come behind us and see the prints. I pray I will try to leave good prints behind me.
"The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage. Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore."
Psalms 16: 6 & 11