My fingers are not long and elegant. I had a really hard time learning to play guitar & I could not reach a full octave on a piano keyboard.
I accepted long ago that my hands were my hands. No big deal to just face what is as what is. I am pretty practical that way.
Something has built up inside of me over the last decade or so. I have had many jobs using my hands.
A waitress, shoe saleswoman etc... - I used my hands to serve people.A singer - I used my hands to express my emotions or clap to the Lord in worship.
A mother - to hold and comfort my child.
A wife - to have and to hold my husband.
A daughter, sister, aunt, niece and friend - hugs are meant to be shared.
A housekeeper - to do what must be done. The daily grind we all do.
A helper - whether I am helping an author get published, or creating a book cover. I love that my hands know what to do.
A writer - my fingers are an extension of my thoughts. It is miraculous to me sometimes. Hours can go by and I never really was conscious of where the keys are.The story can flow. I pray while I write and hope that God blesses me with the words. Sometimes I am not sure where the inspiration came from. I like it that way.
I have always loved the verse. Deuteronomy 28:12
The Lord shall open to you His good treasury, the heavens, to give the rain of your land in its season and to bless all the work of your hands; and you shall lend to many nations, but you shall not borrow.
The verse gives a gal like me hope. I don't have anything about me that is perfect. But with God's blessing on my work I feel like I can contribute.
I may be sickly, flawed, insecure and human but I can do work in God's kingdom. Little old me. With stubby hands and a big heart.
Bible Gateway -
Deuteronomy 28:11-13Sending a special thanks to my daughter - who painted my nails today and inspired me. Something as simple as polka dot nail polish can make a person think.
~ Leah Banicki
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