This might sound kind of strange, but for 10 minutes I sat and looked at my hands. I noticed many things: my fingernails are uneven, my skin is old and dry, I have a scar from a recent oven burn, not one of my fingers looks exactly like the others, there are many puckery spots and many lines on the palms of my hands, there is a freckle or two.
I thought about how my hands became this way. About how many times I wash my hands during the day, the dishes that I wash each evening, the diapers that have been changed by my hands, the meals cooked, the lawns mown, the oil changed, the wood carried, the leg massages given to my husband. There are reasons that my hands look the way that they do but looking at my hands deeper and further brought even more meaning than that.
As I further meditated on my hands, I realized that my hands are the hands of Jesus and possess amazing healing powers! Now, my faith is not strong enough that I think that I could remove disease from a person’s body simply by the laying on of hands, but there are other gradations of healings. By writing a note to a person who is lonely, Jesus can use my hands to reach out. By cooking a meal for someone who is stressed, Jesus can use my hands to nourish a soul. By helping to paint a neighbor’s house, Jesus can use my hands to provide shelter. By offering a hug to anyone who needs it, Jesus can use my hands to make connections to Him. It’s a big responsibility thinking that my hands are Jesus’ hands. In humility, I must remember that it is not me who acts, but Jesus who works through me. Thank you Jesus for this amazing privilege! Each morning I ask, “What will you do through my hands do today?”Read more at: www.refreshinghope.org