Have you looked at your hands lately? I have been studying mine for a couple of weeks now. They are so wrinkled and old looking it gives my age away. Then I started to think about my hands, what they mean to me and how they serve me. First of all these hands of mine held my three children. Helping them grow up, I fed them with my hands and later I taught them to dress properly with my hands. I held them in my arms with my hands and I look after them with these hands. I washed washing with these hands, I knitted and sewed with these hands, I painted oil paintings with these hands, I wrote long letters with these hands. I washed dishes with these hands, cleaned my house with these hands. My hands have seen so much water it is no wonder they are so wrinkled. Most importantly my hands are able to do the things I need done, I can take up my Bible and read the scriptures. With my hands I am able to ...
"May the best day of your past Be the worst day of your future." My Dad always wished me this Irish Blessing and I want it to matter today and every other day in my life.