My hands crave work. They push and pull and hold all day long and holding nothing makes them long for something.
Empty hands realize their limits. They know that they cannot do it all.
Folding, fixing, making, scrubbing, wiping, smoothing, shushing, tying… These hands work with motivation to be full and never empty.
What these hands need to know is that they are valuable not because of what they produce but because of Who produced them.
When hands let go and give in to rest they may feel empty at first but it is in the emptiness that the supernatural makes them strong. They become, not just hands, but weapons in a war where foolish things are used to confound wise.
They become sharp and focused on the truly meaningful tasks and let go, with unfolding fingers, of weight and burdens never meant for them.
Empty hands have the opportunity to be filled with beauty and grace beyond comprehension. And so I wonder…do I have the courage to spread fingers wide today and let things slip through fingers until all that’s left is what was truly meant to be grasped?
This is beautiful. I am praying for empty hands today! Happy Thanksgiving.
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