...how handy?

For me, I’m pretty sure my hands are absolutely key to who I am.

I know that sounds kind of weird but without my hands expression for me would be difficult.

So experiences of my hands…. I’ve been laughed at for needing to utilize my touch sensation to understand almost everything. Feeling, holding and stroking give me the space to consider whether I like what I feel and the time to decide what to do next. I’m like this even with inanimate objects. I somehow am able to feel decisions through touch – perhaps not alone because wisdom is also required to discern the right choice.

My creativity is dependent on my hands too. Seeing an amazing visual, whether physically or psychologically is one thing. Enabling that visual to ‘escape’, to be shared with others requires my ability to write, draw, sculpt or create in some way. Feeling a creation from an idea through to hands that touch, maneouvre, shape, construct and enjoy.

Touch for me is one of the key sensations. Whether it is holding an artist paintbrush confidently, yet deftly to create strokes on a page. Soft, small, delicate or bold, brash and brave or running my hands across fabric to determine which will create the desired outcome. Stroking my hands across skin, feeling texture, warmth, or the effect my hands have.

I understand the world around me through touch and also use my hands to express myself. I am unable to fully engage with others without my hands. I use my hands when I’m excited, gesticulating madly or when I’m sad to hold my head in my hands or to wipe away tears. My hands smooth, fiddle, play and create all the time.

Biblically we are aware that God ‘spoke’ creation into being, however there are constant references or inferences that God holds us, keeps us safe, cradles us. That (if we take His hand) He will lead us.

Jesus’ touch & hands blessed and embraced little children with tender love. His hands broke bread to feed thousands. He touched and healed those that were ill, even those with the most serious and contagious diseases and those who were under the power of the devil. And more than once, He touched and raised to life someone who had died.  And just before He ascended to heaven, He lifted up His hands and blessed the disciples.

My hands are uniquely made by God with fingerprints that are individual to me, as are yours.

Use your hands today – raise them in praise and worship to God, hold them together in prayer, use them to soothe another, to create, to demonstrate fun or just to you show care by holding someone …

What will your hands say about you…?