Out of all the parts of our body
I think our hands must be one of the most precious. After a series of ailments
affecting both of mine I profoundly feel that this fact is true. It takes God
to take away your health for you to realize how much you’ve taken it for
granted.
I love my hands. We all should.
After all it means so much more than just something humans use to eat, drink or
wash ourselves.
It’s forgiveness in a handshake
during raya
It’s respect when we kiss our
parents hands
It’s probably the first touch of
a bride and groom
It’s warmth, comfort and assurance
to a worried child
It makes music, weaves tales and
creates tasty meals
It’s language for the deaf and
mute for which life without it would be even more inaudible
It’s our `scroller’ which we do everyday!
It’s sweat and tears and a symbol
of hard work
It’s a show of care and concern
through a simple caress
It’s our passion and fury which
we all need to manage
It’s a symbol of truth, loyalty
and authority
The symbol of surrender and
submission when asking for forgiveness and asking for what we want from Him.
It’s “the hands that rock the
cradle”, “a helping hand”, “in good hands” and many other idioms..
In short, our hands are pretty
much hands-down, a special part of our life. One which would render us
incapable without it and at a loss of the amazing gift God has given.
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