I am so blessed to have hands. To have these hands! They are not slim with long tapered fingers and beautiful nails. But they are mine... a gift from God. And they have served me well and hopefully will continue to do so.
They have reached up and touched my mother's cheek when I was little and snuggled on her lap, and stroked her hair when she died. They have been clasped together in prayer more times than I can count. They have held two newborn daughters and now pressed their numbers on my cell phone when they needed me or I needed them. They have waved 'Hello' and waved 'Goodbye'. They have held my husbands hands as we recited our vows for the rest of our lives on earth. They have created art, music, and food. They have dried tears of laughter and sadness. Thank you God for one of your many gifts... my hands.