These Hands

These hands are 51 years old.

They bathe and dress and put on my makeup early every morning.

They drink coffee, eat breakfast and write verses and prayers to change my heart and feed my soul.

These hands fist bump kids in the middle school hallways and take notes at endless meetings.

But these hands reach out to troubled teens and pray with women recovering from the sex industry.

These hands pet my soft dog, play with my iPad and turn hundreds of pages of books to help me relax.

They clean, grocery shop, fold laundry and decorate this beautiful home we are blessed with.

They fist pump to loud music in the car with my Little Sister, Adelle every Saturday.

They rub my husbands back.

They lift weights to make me strong and healthy.

They call my grown kids and aging parents and drive to see them for precious visits.

These hands join with God's people in prayer for the hurting and broken, hoping to share the love we've experienced with the world.