The hands we hold.... from the tiny little hands we hold to the wrinkled up ones we hold. Fill us with a wonder and deep feeling of something so unknown! Of trust of love of a knowing that all will be all right always! Of hope and wonder. A wonder that also pushes us on to think of all the things the tiny little hands will do one day!...and all the things achieved by the wrinkled up ones!... Our hands say a lot and can always do a lot. Give thanks to the hands that help you!
Think!
Whose tiny little hands did you hold and guide?
Whose wrinkled up one's did you hold while being blessed?
Feel the blessings given both ways!
