God's impression not only was on me but it was in the Lamb's book of life. When He registered my salvation, He also marked me by placing the Holy Spirit inside of me. That was an impression that never faded away. There were times I may have tried to ignore it, but never could I forget it. A lasting impression had been made.
Years have past.
Now Denise and I, in our new found roles as adults, joke about the childhood torment we placed each other through. In maturity, we both realize it was nothing more than sibling rivilry of a cousinly type. But I can not think about Denise without smiling and remembering the impression, literally, she made upon me as a young girl, when I was a young boy. Nor can I think about Jesus, without smiling, and remembering the impression He too made upon me, that still can be felt . If so, I hope it has been a lasting impression Teeth marks eventually fade away.