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My Husband's Hands



My husband's hands.  
I adore and admire my husband's hands!  

For 22 years they have been holding mine as we do life together.  They are what I fell in love with first.  Him taking pictures, playing saxophone and guitar.  Holding my hand secretly when we thought no one was looking.  (We went to private college.)  

His hands looked so huge when he held our boys for the first time.  Their little heads resting in them for the first time.

 I love his hands holding a book or studying his Bible.  Playing games, cooking, wrestling with boys, playing guitar or fixing something around the house.
 
His hands have provided for us as he has been bi-vocational for all of our married life.  It has not been easy or glamorous for them.  Cooking, laying carpet, ranch hand, factory work and now surgery technician.   They clean the toilets, vacuum and maintain the church.

These hands that were created to play instruments and study history and literature and the Bible have been beaten, broken and cut up.

His hands have never strayed or ever stopped serving.

His hands are my boys' spiritual legacy.  A gift of love and sacrifice planted deep into their hearts and their future.   He will hold them forever. 

God Bless His Hands.
  


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