I was about 8 years old when I realized I could actually draw. I had entered a contest sponsored by a bank and first place would be a savings bond. I think the amount was only $50 dollars but for an eight year old, that was a lot of money. My mother went down and got me white poster board and I free handedly drew a puppy dog and I colored it with markers and endowed it with glitter. I spent a long time on it and turned it in. To my surprise, my poster was chosen as the winner and that was the first time actually being paid for my art. I still have that savings bond, never cashed it in. I could not because it signified a big achievement.
As an artist, I pay attention to fine detail in just about everything. When I look at flowers, I spend time memorizing the stama in the center of each flower and I take note of how the pollen is place on it. I look at the veins in each leaf and petal and I wonder how God so brilliantly thought of the need for them at the nourishment they give. When I look at a scene of wilderness, I look at the detail of the branches, the leaves, the direction of wind and light. Corny, I know but when I draw, those details actually put the final touches on an art project.
When God created us, he did the same for each of us. He counted the hairs on my head, he placed each freckle and mole on my skin. He numbered the stars and grains of sand.
Each of us contain similar features. We all have noses, ears and eyes. We have a heart and and circulatory system. But God did one thing that would make us unique from each other. He gave us different fingerprints. Aside from Identical twins, we all have very fine imprints on the tips of our fingers that make us stand apart each other.
Have you ever took the time to look at your finger prints? They are exquisitely beautiful. They have fine curves and crevices, each defined in their own uniqueness. No one person in this world has the same fine features.
God did that for us, he gave us an imprint, if you will that are prevalent at birth and stay with us through out life. That, my friend is fine detail.
The next time you hold a small child in your arms, take the time to look those fingerprints. And reflect, because God placed them there. He is a God of fine detail.