I usually quantify how interesting my life is based on where my feet take me
But too seldom do I consider my hands
Have you ever thought about your hands?
Their magnificent versatility and productivity? Their ability to create, love, maneuver?
Clap your hands about your hands! Raise the roof about your hands! Lift those bad boys up to the Lord in praise!
In the last several weeks, my hands have grasped balls of Kleenex as I spoke a tribute to my middle son the night before he got married.
They tearfully carried a bouquet of flowers as I walked down the aisle and found my seat as the mother-of-the-groom.
My hands cupped around my son’s handsome face as we had our mother/son dance. Gracious!
My hands have prepared a meal for a cancer patient whose family is burdened and needed a respite.
They have turned pages in a book and my Bible.
They have pointed to paint colors as we redecorate a room to welcome our married kids into our home one day for visits.
My hands also have gone to the women’s prison and helped inmates.
Their shaking hands
The ladies often move the fabric harshly as if those hands haven’t seen much love.
sewing simple quilts and pillows – many can’t even thread a needle or make a knot at the end
And that’s when my hands sweep into assist
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