Beautiful Hands

I used to have long red fingernails. Back in the day, I had soft hands. Now, my nails are short and stubby, some are splitting. They wear a coat of clear polish. The hands are not soft.

My hands work in a big garden growing food for my family. My hands preserve that food for the cold months of winter. They care for the animals on our farm. They pet and scratch the big dogs. They are strong.

I like my hands better now. They do what hands are suppose to do. They work! I live in the country on Milk and Honey Farm. I love this life and am grateful for the lessons learned. Thank you, Lord, for my beautiful hands!

August 20, 2013 · Sarah · No Comments
Posted in: Contemplations