Jimbo's Jots

I’m looking at my hands as I type the blog and wonder what God’s hands look like.

My hands are rough and dry from not wearing gloves on cold days. They have the wrinkles of hands like my Grandma Martin had. Most of the fingernails have been bitten off at one point within that last few weeks.

Then, I wonder again what the hands of God look like. Are the rough and dry from creating the world and man who lives on it? Do they have wrinkles on them from years upon years? Does the Lord bite his fingernails from worrying about his children?

Ah, but my wonderment does not go much beyond that. For I have seen the hands of God. I’ve seen in the hands of my teens as they have raked yards for our Grandma and Grandpa’s here at Plymouth. I have seen the hands of God in teens and adults working together to dig a hole in a mountain in Honduras so that a family can have a bathroom.

And most recently, I have seen the hands of God working in the response given to the needs of my sisters, Susie and Stephanie, as they have yet another battle with Susie loosing her left leg to diabetes after having her right leg taken a few years back just below the knee. This time, the doctors have pretty much taken the whole leg.

Back to the hands . . . when word got out about Susie’s surgery, I received a phone call from another sister, Marilyn. She began to tell me of a phone call she had had with some long time family friends. They have volunteered to go to St. Louis and update the house for Susie so that she can get her wheelchair throughout the house. That is what the hands of God look like.

Then, there is Ashley. Ashley is the daughter of Mike and Val, who are dear friends at Florissant church where Susie and Steph go. Ashley, being a student at OCU, knew she could not be there for my sisters or her mom. But what she did was to form a group on Facebook that gives updates on Susie’s status, but also gives information about a fund she has begun to help with medical costs through the Florissant church. That is what the hands of God look like.

My hands may appear worn, but I know that God’s hands never will as long as those who continue to love Him demonstrate that same love to others.