Good morning and happy Tuesday. Have you ever read the story that went around about the grandpas hands? How when you see them you can tell how hard they've worked. A scar that has a story to tell about a fence being built and so on. I look at hands a lot just because of that story. Got me to look at my own and remember and day with hand saw. A window in the back door when I was little. Our hands can tell a lot about us that we may have forgotten. Then I think about the most amazing hands ever, Jesus'. They touched the faces of little children. Healed the sick from many ailments. Brought to life the dead. Amazing hands with amazing stories all over them. But the most amazing thing about them is they were stretched out on a cross and had nails driven though them to save us all. They took what we should've, because He loves us so much He doesn't want us to have to go through that to get to Him. There are no set of hands anywhere that have done so much for so many. And as I see a scar on mine from a tooth of another man I hit, I think about His having only love pour from them. I am so undeserving of this love, and yet He offers it freely to us all. All the power in the universe is in those hands, and they are stretched out for us to take hold of and walk with Him forever. Thank you God for loving us so much that would let your son's hands tell an amazing story of your love for us. In love always. <><