My hands

My hands are small I know but.......

these hands can be lifted up to heaven as I sing praise,

join together in applause for a job well done,

rub the back of a child with comforting whispers to still the crying, 

hold hands,

dig in the dirt to plant food which will nourish,

work to provide an income, a meal, a clean house for my family,

grasp tight onto the shoulders in a hug to comfort a friend,

wipe away tears

wrap tight to show love

wipe away dirt, signs of a good day of playing outside, from the face of a toddler 

clean boo boo's

gathered and folded together in prayer

create art

write words which will comfort, inspire or bring affirmation

These hands which were created to work, may have a little dirt under the nails and may not be perfectly manicured, are what I have to offer. My hands and my heart....God use them. These hands, though small, in God's hands can do mighty things. Use me, oh God! 

"We are God's hands......"

Joining Lisa-Jo and hundreds of fabulous writers today for Five Minute Friday, where we write for five minutes with no hesitation, no worries, no editing. We write just from the heart on one word.