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These stories and ideas on life all threaten to fade if not penned down. Even so, to put my thoughts in pen is to share them, and send them off in the wind.

Sunday, April 10, 2016

Story of my Hands


Have you ever thought about how incredible hands are?

Almost every moment of every day, hands are bombarded with endless tasks. We reach out instinctively; opening, holding, grasping, catching, all without ever thinking about the tool we are using. Our hands are used for basically everything and yet how rarely we notice them.

A friend of mine, who is excellent at noticing the underappreciated, recently wrote a poem dedicated to hands. She noted their ability to tell stories, an interesting attribute to think about.

Though it takes some observation, you really can tell a lot about a person by their hands. The palms of a gardener are going to look different than those of a pianist. A sailor's hands are different from the lawyers. Thinking about it, part of what defines the story of a hand is the task it is used for most often.

The task of my hands has been brought up in my mind bit by bit in the past few weeks. My realization hit while I was standing in a worship service, singing along to the lyrics on the screen.

Standing there, I wanted so badly to sign as I sang. I have been learning ASL and I wanted to put my knowledge to use. Unfortunately, I only knew a few words here and there. In that moment, I thought to myself, "One day I'll praise God with these hands."

No sooner had the thought finished than the next one formed, "Why wait?" I realized that though I wasn't ready to sign every word to the songs, there are so much many other ways I can use my hands to worship God.

I realized I want to use my hands to create. Making something-a painting, a carving, a piece of furniture- brings me so much satisfaction and I realized I want to make something lasting that will glorify God.

I want to use my hands to communicate. Not just with sign language, but with writing and typing, I want my hands to be the filter through which I funnel my words and express truth.

I want to use my hands to serve God. In everything I do, every action and motion, I want to give Him the glory.

So standing in that worship service, I held my hands out, palms facing up. Those hands held out as I sing are now my reminder that everything I do, I want to be for Him.

I want the tasks that define the story written on my hands to be actions of service and surrender.

What story will your hands hold?

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