His Hands and My Hands

     The huge, rough, but powerful hands belong to Him. The things He creates are made by those hands. My hands are held in His hands. I inspect the beauty and creations marked in the ridges and cracks. His hands hold my head to His shoulder, where I can be protected. Water fills the ocean, trees grow out of the ground, the sky is painted with clouds, and mountains are formed all by His hand. He has his hand over us and so far, His hand has protected us.

     His hands hold my hands. They guide me toward the right direction and teach me right from wrong. They say that your life story can be shown through your hands and your eyes. But, when I look at my hands, I only see ridges and creases from holding onto life so desperately. My nails are lined with dirt to show that they have clung onto Earth's ground. Now, my hands are in his and the Truth becomes familiar. Warmth spreads throughout me and my eyes are no longer fixed on His hands but His pure eyes.

Author's Note

When I was camping, I started to examine my hands and it gave me a story idea. Yes, when I went camping my nails were lined with dirt but that was from hiking. Gross, right? Well, anyways, this is one of the several stories I wrote while I was there. Hope you enjoyed it!

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Those nail-pierced hands formed the universe...this was FABULOUS!

[LadyNaida]

What a beautiful write BrynnaW. This is a beautiful depiction of how God has our lives in His hands and that He alone is in control of everything in our lives. Praise Him!

[TheElfPrincess]

Very interesting, well written. I loved this. I mostly loved the last sentence. It was so cute.

[~ Moonlight ~]

For some reason that reminds me of my dad!? GOOD WRITE! :)