This morning as I awoke; I raised my hands. I thanked the Lord for the new day, and for my hands. My hands were sore; they worked hard the afternoon of yesterday. It is the season where grasses grow beautifully as does the enemy of the gardener – weeds. As I massaged my hands I realized they work so hard and I don’t appreciate them as much as I should. I really couldn’t do as well without my hands.
Think about it. What is it that your hands do? What would your life and mine be without them?
Our hands are a comparison for motion, for working, for caring and comforting. And, as I continued to think about it; God uses hands. I went to the Word and found Jesus healing through laying his hands on the sick. He would even just touch them with his hands and they would be healed.
The gospel of Mark tells us; “Mark 6:5 “He was unable to do any miracles there, except that he placed his hands on a few sick people and healed them.” Mark 8:23 “Taking the blind man’s hand, Jesus led him out of the village. After spitting on his eyes and laying his hands on the man, he asked him, “Do you see anything?” There were those times that Jesus would just put his hands on people to bless them.” Mark 10:16 “Then he took the children in his arms and placed his hands on their heads and blessed them.”
Our hands are a marvelous entity and I am so thankful for mine. They work so diligently and so very hard to help me get all that I do done. I will continue to raise them in praise to the Lord who created them and take the words of the Apostle Paul to heart, “ aspire to live quietly, and to mind your own affairs, and to work with your hands, as we instructed you, so that you may walk properly before outsiders and be dependent on no one. 1 Thessalonians 4:11-12
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