The Body: Hands

When my eldest child was born, I noticed everything: her small feet, oblong shaped and bruised head, tiny scrunchy eyes, sweet smell and long legs. She was finally with us, healthy and whole and that's what mattered most. My mom joined us in the delivery room {of course!} and the first thing she said after meeting this inaugural grandchild was: "She has Daron's {my handsome hubs} hands." What?! Who notices hands? Someone like my mom who takes in all of the small parts, the precious pieces that make up the whole. And, she was right {of course!}, my daughter had Daron's long, slender fingers that taper toward the tips, and thumbs that are distinctive and deeply ridged {just like my hubs father}. 

Framed hand artwork from 2000. Embroidered the kids names and made one for the grandparents.

Framed hand artwork from 2000. Embroidered the kids names and made one for the grandparents.

The hands are workers, doers, comforters, creators, writers and more. The hands soothe, embrace, care and pick up where another cannot. The hands make up the beauty and humility of the body of Christ. There are times in our lives when we need the hands of others to nurture or help; and there are other times when we can BE the hands, finding ways to heal a hurt or fill a need. I am blessed to KNOW that, " in HIM all things hold together." Col. 1:17  His Hands are big enough to cradle our hurts and wounds, and as His children we are blessed that He uses OUR dirty and broken hands to love the "others" in our lives. Our hands can become part of the beauty of working as a complete body in perfect unity with all of the other precious bits and pieces of The Church.

I'm feeling His love in the hands of friends this week.
  

xox- susan