Taking five minutes with the Five Minute Friday #fmfparty gang to write unedited on a theme sent out by Lisa-Jo Baker. This week it’s HANDS.
I don’t know why I come up empty on this word prompt this week. HANDS? Maybe if we had had a prompt that was more intangible, like LOVE, or HOPE, I may have had something to say. But HANDS? I find myself immediately stunned into silence at how much there is about them, and yet how little I think about them.
When was the last time I paid any attention to them? Real attention? Yet from the moment I rise, they’re busy caring for me, providing food, drink, cleaning, sorting, carrying. Silent servants. How is it that I missed them?
It seems ridiculous to take time to see them, to thank them.
They’re not often empty, either. Mainly just when I’m walking, sleeping, or praying. In-betweeen places. In-between things. But it’s empty hands I must bring to God. These hands, they’re sometimes too preoccupied. They – or rather, that activity they maintain – get in the way of me giving real attention to my maker. The One who really is constantly busy caring for me, providing food, covering, all that I need. There’s a very real risk that my attention will go no further than the end of my arms, and that I think I’m self-supporting.
I’m really not. I’m held in His hands.