HANDS ...what meaning they have!

Etched in my memory is the way that my baby's fingers grasped
tightly around my little finger.. a sense of belonging. When
my toddler reached out his hand to hold in mine while we crossed
a busy street....a sense of trust. When my kindergarten child
waved good-bye as she stepped into the school bus...a sense of
letting her go. When the first little signs of a plant break
through the ground from the seeds that my children planted....a
sense of the awesomeness of God's creation......When my son
would not lift the cover to take a cookie out of the cookie jar
without first asking me....a sense of honesty. When the football
came crashing through the kitchen window where I was washing
dishes...a sense of forgiveness. When I tasted a piece of the
delicious cake which my daughter baked without using a recipe
...a sense of creativenss. When my oldest daughter's hands took
hold of the steering wheel of our Toyota for the first time....a
sense of responsibility. When hand written letters came in the mail
from daughters who were at college far away....a sense of lonliness.
When I watched the wedding ring being tenderly slipped unto her and
his fingers...a sense of giving them to one another.When my hands
held my precious grandchild for the first time....a sense of great
joy.

I think now about the hands of my Creator from whom all these
blessings flow,I think of the hands of my Savior:
Who beckoned for men to leave their fishing nets and follow Him,
Who held the little child,
Who put forth his hand and touched a leper, making him clean,
Who spoke to the man with the withered hand and his hand was made whole,
Who took the little maid by the hand and she was alive from the dead,
Who laid his hands on the woman who was bent over and she was made straight,
Who stretched out his hands on the cross that we might have eternal life.