But it was his hands that I was drawn to. As I looked at his hands I wondered….what work have these hands done in his 80 years? How many times has he held the hand of a loved one….wiped a tear away….offered reassurance to one….touched the face of a sleeping child…. welcomed someone….planted a flower….held a grandchild ….folded them in prayer…..I could go on and on.
And now I am pondering the work of my own hands. While not as smooth and unlined as they once were, and they show signs of arthritis and more freckles [you call them age spots, I call them freckles ;) ], they do, indeed tell a story.
Blessings in all you do…..