They tell a lot about a person
Is she nervous and fidgity
Or can she let her hands rest calmly in her lap?
Does she love to garden?
Sometimes she might have a little dirt under her nails.
And they may be scratched from working around thorns.
Gardeners’ hands aren’t always beautiful…
Unless they are carrying some of the flowers or vegetables they grow.
Does she have to wash her hands a lot for her job?
Then they may not always be as soft as she would like.
Are her hands soft and smooth
Because she has never had to work?
Or are they knarled and worn from age
With veins distended, showing hands worn by time and use?
What about his strong, loving hands that we grow to depend on? STOP
When we are afraid, we grab them
Whether it is because of a scary movie or for reassurance
When we are scared to death over a crisis.
We look at our hands to see
Is the person sophisticated, calm, healthy, groomed, married?
Are their hands soft, rugged, tiny, or large?
Are their hands both there?
Or has there been an injury with a story that
Tells you something about that person?
Most of all, remember the nail scarred hands of Jesus.
Imagine seeing them. Just a look.
It would be a reminder of what He did for me.
Nothing has to be said.
Just seeing the scars reminds me…
He loved me that much!
We did, indeed, arrive at the same spot, Martha…at those beautiful, nail-scarred hands of Jesus! Thanks for stopping by from FMF! God bless!
glad you stopped by julia…and glad you enjoyed it:)
I am visiting from five minute friday – I enjoyed your post. Because I have been thinking about hands a lot lately! Have a blessed weekend.
aliyah, thanks for stopping by:) glad you enjoyed the post.
A 5-minute girl after my own heart – you just can’t stop at 5 either:) I love watching all my boys to men hands – and how they handle the quiet and the noise and the work – yes – you can tell a lot about what’s going on inside! So glad you didn’t stop at 5!
i finally gave up trying to stop at 5. i just let people now when 5 isup. that’s about the time i get going:) i’m a mom of all girls. one nail biter…like i was. i still remember my dad’s big hands. i always felt so safe when he was there to hang onto. it has been too long:( thanks for stopping by again blue cotton.
Hi Martha! Thanks for visiting my blog and leaving a comment!
I loved your post. It’s true, we do look at people’s hands to learn about them. I remember my mother’s dad’s hands. He was a carpenter, and a lay preacher in his small-town church. I can remember thinking that his gnarled, calloused hands reminded me of The Carpenter – the One who was wounded for us!
His scars speak of His unquenchable love! And we are blessed!
you were my next door neighbor sharon. i had to leave you a note:) yes, it is interesting how much character there is in the hands of people who work with their hands…even to the point of having missing fingers! as a nurse, i have learned how much we can learn about a person’s health from their hands…especially their fingers and nails. assessing pts. always includes a comment in those areas. sounds so unimportant doesn’t it? but heart and lung health shows a lot in the fingers! thanks for stopping by:)
“Just seeing the scars” His hands tell a story, and I am so thankful for it! Visiting from #fmfparty
Hello, Visiting as you are blog posted before mine on 5-minute Friday. I enjoyed how you described different things that hands do, and the last part regarding the scars is so true! So much love.
thanks for dropping by jayne:) i left you a note when i visited your blog. i enjoyed it a lot!