Into My Hands...

~*~My Mama drew this picture... of her own hand~*~

From an early age... I knew that I was created to do "something creative".



..... Funny.......



I sit here sometimes and just look at my hands. I wonder if my Mama ever did the same. I wonder if she ever thought of all the things God made her hands to do.



.... Seems odd....



I want to cry... just sitting here looking at my silly old hands. My wedding band is about 3 sizes too big and it flops around. My fingers are long... and the middle fingers on both hands have always been crooked from the top joint to the tips. I have a piece of lead from a pencil..... from a very sharp pencil... that I jabbed into the palm of my hand in 8th grade.... I missed the hole on the pencil sharpener... hmmmm... must have been sharp enough. I have a scar on my right palm from my surgery last January. My fingernails are short... they are too hard to work with being long... but I prefer nice nails. I have a few calouses and some of my joints on my fingers are a little more lumpy than they used to be. I have a scar on my left palm where I mistakenly inserted the blade of an exacto knife... the whole blade... owW!.... and a couple other scars on the fingers of my left hand that I don't know where they came from.



Strange that I would want to cry over my silly old hands....



I guess the part that makes me so thoughtful about them... is what was passed down to me... from my Mama's hands. God gave her the gift and talent to create artwork... from an ordinary piece of paper and pencil. To take a paint brush and bring a canvas to life. He also gave her the gift and talent to take a piece of cake and a tube of icing... and create another form of art. He gave her fingers that could play a piano and organ by just listening to the notes. He gave her me... and my brothers... so she could have a hand to hold in hers when she taught us how to walk.... and a hand to hold as she laid in her bed the day she went to see Jesus.



I look at my silly old hands... and I am thankful... for the gifts God gave me. The ability to take an ordinary piece of paper and pencil... and to take a brush and bring a canvas to life... and the ability to take a piece of cake and a tube of icing... and fingers that can caress a keyboard filled with words just about like playing a piano at times... a daughter's hand that I have held during countless days waiting for her daddy to get out of the hospital... my silly old hands... they have held so much... yet the one thing they cannot do in this lifetime again... is to touch the hand of the one who passed so much...



Into My Hands...