Give Me Your Hand

HANDS

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Maybe because today is the day that I'm anxiously awaiting the birth of my twin grandbabies, but the word hands made me think of the stages our hands go through as we age.

Little chubby fingers and dimply knuckles are so sweet on newborns.  I think every mother checks to see if there are 10 fingers and 10 toes as soon as that babe is placed in their arms.

As time goes on, those chubby palms change into busy little hands, touching everything in sight, sometimes getting scratched in the process of learning how to make things go. Often, they will be caked with finger pain and play-doh as they creatively express themselves.

Then come the years of academics and sports. Hands might be wearing bandages or inkstains.  Eventually, class rings will adorn their fingers.

The young adult years will often show smooth manicured hands for the ladies and firm manly hands for the men.

Later on in life, calluses and veins will begin to grace those hands.  You will be able to tell how those hands have spent their time here on earth.  Did they work a lot?  Was it hard labor?  Did those hands scrub floors and smooth fevered brows?

As time here on earth diminishes for those hands, they will become bony and wrinkly ... but capable of squeezing with great emotion as they clasp hands with their loved ones.

And finally, hands crossed on a chest as they lay in a coffin, waiting on the earthly hands to meet heavenly Hands... that is when they are the most beautiful of all!

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