Saturday, January 8, 2011

My Son's Hands

Sometimes, when I am walking with one of my boys and they are holding my hand, I look at their little fingers and think how much I adore those little hands...
  • Those little hands that reach up to me often for me to hold them.
  • Those little hands that need a kiss when they pinch their finger in something.
  • Those little hands that are put on my cheek and they say, "I love you Daddy".
  • Those little hands that gently hold their matchbox cars as they say "vroom, vroom"
  • Those little hands that pick out their favorite color Flintstone vitamin every morning
  • Those little hands that like to give me a high five when they are excited.
  • Those little hands that they like to put in gloves and wear them 24/7 for days at a time
Then I think...WOW...how difficult it must have been for God to watch His son's hands pierced for the price of our sin. Makes me bow down in unspeakable gratitude...praise God from whom all blessings flow!

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