My hands have scars all over them from cuts, scratches, and burns from many hours of working indoors and out and pulling things from the oven. As I am approaching middle age, the pores of my hands are far more visible, minor wrinkles can be seen. Yet the sight of my non-elegant, non-silky smooth hands has never bothered me. These hands are mine. They prove that I work hard with them. I am using them to their full potential which will probably mean arthritis in them one day. These hands make me happy. They don’t have long fingernails or nail polish, these hands aren’t particularly beautiful to the world.
Yet…
These hands have held, rocked and comforted my babies.
These hands have grown food for my family and helped create a more beautiful world through the plants that I have grown.
These hands have fed my family and many others.
These hands have brought sacred music to uplift those who are listening and brought honor and glory to God.
These hands have held up and helped others when they were suffering or in need.
These hands have created beautiful creations to clothe and keep people warm.
These hands do the day to day work that keeps my family moving forward.
These hands have a glorious track record of which I am proud of. I don’t need long nails or polish to make me believe that my hands are beautiful. They are beautiful in what they have become. So even when the skin is saggy and really old, or stretched paper thin and riddled with arthritis, I will rejoice in the beauty of my hands and all the work they have done for me.
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“So even when the skin is saggy and really old, or stretched paper thin and riddled with arthritis, I will rejoice in the beauty of my hands and all the work they have done for me.” Amen to this! My hands are more wrinkled and have some arthritis and some scars, but yes, they are beautiful, because they carry years of work and service in them and joyful worship to God. Blessings to you! I’m your neighbor at #SundayThoughts.
Thank you for your kind words! I got interrupted when I started to read the other posts there. Hoping to get back to it later.
That is so so true, all that I see when I look at my hands are wrinkles! I wish I still had the hands that I had 10 years ago, however since then they have done so much. Thanks for linking up at #fortheloveofBLOG. Claire x
Wrinkles can be beautiful too!😉
Great post!
These hands are now paper thin, arthritic & wrinkly but they have stood the test of time!
They have worked hard to be obedient to the Creator who made them & to give Him glory!
You’re most welcome to drop by for a cup of inspiration!
Jennifer
Thank you for your beautiful reply.
You’re welcome!
Lovely! For some reason, hand pictures always fascinate me – maybe because they tell stories of how we’ve lived.
I like that idea. I’ve never thought of it that way before.
Beautiful words! Yes, these hands are shaping lives and making memories.
I carry the same sentiments about my stretch marks! 🙌 I loved this.
I got lucky in the stretch mark department… But I imagine I would have the same sentiment about those too.
It’s a good work to be doing.
These hands are instruments of God’s love for His glory here on earth!! Beautiful words!!
Thank you.