Your hands have made me and fashioned me.
My hands have loved, caressed, disciplined, prayed; cleaned house, searched for lost objects, served dinners and baked sweets; given shape to words through my pen, illustrated pavement with sidewalk chalk; touched patients, washed babies, dogs, feet, myself; carved wood, plucked weeds and planted seeds; gently held another’s story and firmly kept children safe. My hands have ached as they bear their use…and begin to look like my mother’s, or, my father’s.
Jesus, knowing the Father had given all things into his hands, that he had come from God and was going to God, got up from the table . . . (John 13:3).
Your hands, O God, have made and fashioned me, and, through the Incarnation you have given me the hands of Christ. What a precious gift! How will my hands serve today?
(c) 2015 Amy W. Moore