I have been thinking a lot this week about hands….
A hand (med./lat.: manus, pl. manūs) is a prehensile, multi-fingered extremity located at the end of an arm or forelimb.
Hands tell a story about a person’s life.
Some are callused from years of hard work.
Others don’t “do dishes”.
My grandmas were sprinkled with “wisdom spots” .
My hands have been busy.
They joyfully received our 4th Baby Blessing child
They have cradled sick blessings till the wee hours of the morning
They consoled the Papa Blessing at the sudden death of his sister
They have been folded in prayer as I spent time with the Lord in grief over the mistrust of some relationships.
What do your hands tell about you?