Thursday, June 5, 2014
5 Minute Friday: Hands
Prompt of the week is: Hands
Tiny hands. I remember them all dimpled and fat. Now they are long and lean and limber, wielding a pencil mightily and starting to put thoughts to page. Those hands that so often reach up for mine, or grab hold of some part of me and reach straight to the heart. The little hands with the sharp fingernails because she won't let me cut them unless she is asleep. The hands that still sometimes absent-mindedly stroke the belly that used to hold their sister, until the brain realizes what they are doing, and she looks sheepishly up at her teary-eyed Mommy.
Those same hands that tonight were angry hands. Hands that were used to lash out against Mommy who was being mean and making her go to bed early because she was EXHAUSTED.
Big hands. Larger-than-life hands. Hands that hold life, the universe, and everything. Why do I so often fight those hands instead of resting in their peace?
The same reason those little hands lashed out instead of resting on her pillow. They want control. They want to be the author of their own fate. They want what they want, and not what He gives that they need.
Help me, Lord, to accept your hand.