I know...I know.... I have commitment issues....
I noticed my hands the other day. They were itchy and dry, my nails needed trimmed, and I had a hang nail. Yeah, lovely.
My first thought was "Geez. I need some lotion."
Then I started recalling why my hands are such a mess...
I wash my hands a bazillion times a day because I'm changing diapers, answering the "Mom! I'm done!" call, feeding children, touching grocery carts...
I'm always touching a towel or tissue after washing my hands, wiping snotty noses or baby food faces, cleaning up spit up off the floor, or cookie crumbs from the counter...
They get covered in hair spray and detangling spray because I've got a daughter with beautiful curly hair...
I'm an artist, I'm hard on my hands with fabric and paint and glue and and and...
I plant flowers and don't own a trowel (should put that on my Christmas list) and I'm not afraid of sticking my hands in the dirt....
I touch a lot of things all. day. long.
My hands stroke my baby's cheeks when he needs comfort, touch fevered foreheads, tickle a silly toddler's belly and twist the little curls on her head, make my husband squirm, are the home of my wedding ring, hold little trinkets that are just too heavy to carry home, make people angry if I wave them annoyingly in traffic, make people happy when I wave at them because I recognize them from a distance, give high fives, applaud a somersault or first baby steps, play pat-a-cake, look like my mom's, and are frankly amazing.
I'm growing to appreciate and love my wrinkly, sometimes sore, un-manicured, strong, snappy, vein-y, regular hands. I could not be a hand model and I'm okay with that. :)
They still could use some lotion.
I'm trying still to model the Proverbs 31 passage about a wife of noble character.
13 She selects wool and flax
and works with eager hands.
19 In her hand she holds the distaff
and grasps the spindle with her fingers.
31 Honor her for all that her hands have done,
and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.




Let's hear it for hands!