These are the hands that care for others
Hands that sew buttons, clean up messes, wipe tears, tend to injury, prepare meals
These are the hands that fold in prayer and lift in praise
Hands that surrender to God and trust in His goodness
These aren’t just any hands—they are MY unique hands
Hands created by God; perfectly imperfect
My hands are a constant reminder of my indelible worth as a child of God
Whenever I doubt my place in this world, I can look at my hands, see God’s love, and know I am beloved.
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This piece originally appeared at Shelby Spear, Finding Grace in the Mishmash, published with permission.
