Have you ever really looked at someone’s hands? Hands tell so much about a person. The size, shape, and feel tell the dimension but the touch- that reveals the inner spirit.
My husband has rough, thick hands with jagged cuticles because he bites them. They are often stained from a recent outdoor project or callused and scarred from manual labor. The look of his hands is that of a man who works hard at whatever he does.
There is a Danish proverb that says: “Who takes the child by the hand takes the mother by the heart.” I love to look at the hands of my grandchildren. Each is unique- from the boxy-shaped thick fingers of one to the slender and freshly polished, and often peeled-off polish, of another. When I see them, I know their hands aren’t completely finished. Years and activity will change the look of them.
When I see a photo of hands, I can’t help but think of my son, Zachary. He had long, thin fingers, chapped knuckles, and, like his father, chewed cuticles, but those fingers could make the piano keys dance. His hand was the last part of him I was able to see… the hand of a most remarkable young man with a magical touch.
One of Zachary’s college roommates asked for a photo of Zachary’s hands for his newly refurbished baby grand piano. I can think of no better way to honor Zack. He always wanted a baby grand and oh, how he loved to play the piano! What a marvelous tribute! His friend wanted to remember those hands.
Hands can be so many things: welcoming, admonishing, loving, and even clenching into a fist. Hands can create magic moments to fill our hearts and heads. Hands leave you remembering a certain touch.
Allow your hands to give gentle warmth, calm and reassuring love- a touch that will last a lifetime. Martin Luther King Jr. once said, “I have held many things in my hands, and I have lost them all; but whatever I have placed in God’s hands, that I still possess.” All that we are remains in The Lord’s hands.