Hands

This morning when I woke up, I looked over at my phone.  I was checking to see if Jason had texted me, because he was on his way to New Jersey last night.  Thankfully, I did have a message from him, so I knew he was safe.  But when I put the phone down, my hand caught my eye as I was turning back over to snooze for a few minutes.  I lifted my hands in front of me in the morning light.  And I realized... I have hands!  What an amazing thing.  Something that most of us have, and totally take for granted. 

Lately, I have been getting "age spots" on my hands.  It has really bothered me a lot and I have done a lot of complaining about it.  I was telling my mom about it just the other day.  I said I am only 32 years old!  I should NOT have age spots!  Ugh!  And this morning, God showed me the beauty in my hands.  He showed me that I have all 10 fingers!  I get to do amazing work with these hands.  Seriously, Amazing!! 

The Father has used these hands to change diapers, give hugs, wipe tears, wipe noses, carry beads, count necklaces, make phone calls, type emails, design pictures and brochures, hold babies, hold the hands of hurting people, stroke the hair of my children, scratch their backs... It brings tears to my eyes to think of all the phenomenal things God has let me do with these hands.  And now, I am seeing my hands differently.  I am looking at my hands and instead of seeing age, I am seeing blessings.

Thank you, Father!  Thank you.  Thank you.  Thank you.  I thank you, God, for my hands.  And I thank you for all the work that I get to do with these hands.  And, Father, I pray that You will give me Lots and Lots and Lots and Lots of more work to do with these hands!!