"And he is not served by human hands, as if he needed anything. Rather, he himself gives everyone life and breath and everything else." Acts 17:25
We are hands borrowed at baby's birth. Hands holding, cradling, caressing, cleansing, reaching, feeding, dressing, loving. Hands seldom idle until toddler voice proclaims I can do it myself!
We are feet borrowed for a time. Feet pacing, rocking, tip-toeing, walking, running, jumping, load-bearing, guiding. Feet in motion, hardly slowing until baby's wobbles balance, firm feet take first steps. Then, run!
Hands and feet race through life's stages barely stopping to take notice - until they're grown, gone, on their own. We rest one moment. What to do? Where to go? It's now our time to follow God dreams before the day our paces slow.
Soon we reach with hands all crooked - shuffle feet all slow, unbalanced. Now we, the borrowers must be. Hands of babies we once cradled now are holding, reaching, loving - us. Their feet all grown now are steady, leading, guiding, lifting - us.
Jesus' hands held feet - served and washed.
Jesus' hands open, feet pointed - took nails, bled salvation for us.
On this Thankful Thursday, I am grateful for:
1. Jesus' nail-scarred hands and feet that bled salvation
2. The feel of grandchildrens' hands in mine
3. Baby's first steps
4. Mom's hands that still sew family quilts
5. Dad's feet that led me to forgiveness
We are hands borrowed at baby's birth. Hands holding, cradling, caressing, cleansing, reaching, feeding, dressing, loving. Hands seldom idle until toddler voice proclaims I can do it myself!
We are feet borrowed for a time. Feet pacing, rocking, tip-toeing, walking, running, jumping, load-bearing, guiding. Feet in motion, hardly slowing until baby's wobbles balance, firm feet take first steps. Then, run!
Hands and feet race through life's stages barely stopping to take notice - until they're grown, gone, on their own. We rest one moment. What to do? Where to go? It's now our time to follow God dreams before the day our paces slow.
Soon we reach with hands all crooked - shuffle feet all slow, unbalanced. Now we, the borrowers must be. Hands of babies we once cradled now are holding, reaching, loving - us. Their feet all grown now are steady, leading, guiding, lifting - us.
Jesus' hands held feet - served and washed.
Jesus' hands open, feet pointed - took nails, bled salvation for us.
On this Thankful Thursday, I am grateful for:
1. Jesus' nail-scarred hands and feet that bled salvation
2. The feel of grandchildrens' hands in mine
3. Baby's first steps
4. Mom's hands that still sew family quilts
5. Dad's feet that led me to forgiveness
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