The hands of my son are large….
God knitted those hands large from the beginning….he entered earth with hands made large for a purpose.
At first, the hands of my son gave smallish pleasures
Blowing kisses to mommy
Playing peek a boo with sister
Driving trucks with brother
Tossing small balls with daddy
As he grew, the purpose of his hands grew as well….
Holding the arm of Grammy as they walked to the church doors
Patting the back of Poppy as he hugged him hello
Stopping to pick up a dropped paper for a sweet neighbor
Serving the homeless at the HOPE center
I have gone to my son’s room at night as he lay sleeping…to pray
And there, I have watched those hands grow from tiny little hands full of sticky surprises into the hands of my son, the young man…
The nails are large, wide and strong, the fingers long and thick….the palms are wide and manly…
These hands that I love so much touch a place in my mother’s soul that cannot be touched by any other hands…they reach that spot which carries only his name…
And, when those hands surround me with a hug, there is no greater joy.
When those hands hold my own….it is a precious day.
When those hands lay still at rest…when they are busy playing ball…when they are actively juggling….
I smile with a grateful heart…
I understand that touch is one of God’s greatest gifts.
And, I believe.
The hands of my son are large…
And, it is my mothers’ sweetest privilege to live watching him grow into them as God lays out before my son HIS plan for their use…
I see compassion in his hands…and love…
I see him lift children high in play and watch him hold toddler girl as he rocks away her fears..
I see the love of Christ in my son’s hands…
It is my fervent prayer that what God intended when he knitted together these two hands is lived out in the life of my son.
And, as only his mother can,
I believe.
