Have you ever stopped and thought about how wonderful our hands are? They serve us all of our lives, with not much of a thank you. Maybe a little lotion or manicure sometimes but how amazing are these two hands that God has given us.
As I get older, I look down at them and I think to myself, "those are my mother's hands!" Do you do that? As a child, I can remember riding in the back seat of our station wagon and I was up on the edge of the seat (before seat belts) and my mom always rode with her arm across the back of the seat. I would hold her hand and study it. Look at the veins, her fingernails and how the skin looked. I could push it around and it would stay there for just a moment. I've always loved her hands.
Well, my hands have become my mother's and that's OK. I've even noticed my thumbs are starting to pull around under my hand just like my mom's. That can't be good. But I use them so much. Most of you do, too. From the moment you rise in the morning until the minute you lay your head down, your hands are busy cleaning, sewing, crafting, gluing, painting, creating, vacuuming, washing, wiping, bathing, writing and whatever else you need them to do.
I am so thankful for my hands.