Today I was looking at my hands. These hands have been many places and done many things in my life:
*They trustingly held my Mommy and Daddy’s hands growing up in Detroit and getting into a canoe on the lake.
*They clapped with joy in receiving FOUR mice from Santa Claus (because Mr. and Mrs. Claus each got 2 . . . which turned into about 16 in a week . . .)
*They wrote a sentence when I was seven, “When I grow up, I want to be a lawyer and a senator.” Say what?!?
*They wiped lots of tears through my teenage years when I so desperately wanted to be pretty and loved.
*They held my first diploma from Stevenson High School—and then my second diploma from BYU—and then my last diploma from Santa Clara University.
*They held my sweet husband’s hands over the altar in the Salt Lake LDS temple where we were married and sealed together for eternity.
*They held my first baby – as I stroked his cheeks with my fingers and wondered at the incredible miracle that had been given to me.
*Then they held my second and my third and my fourth sons – and the miracle and wonder never changed.
*They were held to the square when I was sworn in as city councilwoman and took an oath to defend the Constitution.
*They worked hard to change diapers, wipe noses, drive to and fro and to and fro some more, turned page after page in book after book, and clapped and celebrated every step of our sons’ lives.
*They wiped lots and lots of tears –- my own, my family’s, my friends’.
*They held signs and knocked on doors in the defense of marriage between a man and a woman and waved at more than one motorist giving them the finger.
*They packed and packed and unpacked and unpacked as we moved to Utah and built a home.
*They typed and typed – 13 books so far.
*They shook hands and hugged – spoken to over half a million people so far.
*And this week they held another sign, “We will not stand by while unborn babies are killed by abortion.”
But then the next day, they’re digging in the dirt to plant a flower; holding my husband’s hand as we celebrate 40 years of life together this year; hugging my son as he was hurting; waving to a neighbor.
These hands are an incredible creation of God. And I have spent my life using these hands to show love and caring, to work hard, and to do His work. And as they grow more wrinkled and aged, I will wear them out in doing good.
Today I was looking at my hands. These hands have been many places and done many things in my life:
*They trustingly held my Mommy and Daddy’s hands growing up in Detroit and getting into a canoe on the lake.
*They clapped with joy in receiving FOUR mice from Santa Claus (because Mr. and Mrs. Claus each got 2 . . . which turned into about 16 in a week . . .)
*They wrote a sentence when I was seven, “When I grow up, I want to be a lawyer and a senator.” Say what?!?
*They wiped lots of tears through my teenage years when I so desperately wanted to be pretty and loved.
*They held my first diploma from Stevenson High School—and then my second diploma from BYU—and then my last diploma from Santa Clara University.
*They held my sweet husband’s hands over the altar in the Salt Lake LDS temple where we were married and sealed together for eternity.
*They held my first baby – as I stroked his cheeks with my fingers and wondered at the incredible miracle that had been given to me.
*Then they held my second and my third and my fourth sons – and the miracle and wonder never changed.
*They were held to the square when I was sworn in as city councilwoman and took an oath to defend the Constitution.
*They worked hard to change diapers, wipe noses, drive to and fro and to and fro some more, turned page after page in book after book, and clapped and celebrated every step of our sons’ lives.
*They wiped lots and lots of tears –- my own, my family’s, my friends’.
*They held signs and knocked on doors in the defense of marriage between a man and a woman and waved at more than one motorist giving them the finger.
*They packed and packed and unpacked and unpacked as we moved to Utah and built a home.
*They typed and typed – 13 books so far.
*They shook hands and hugged – spoken to over half a million people so far.
*And this week they held another sign, “We will not stand by while unborn babies are killed by abortion.”
But then the next day, they’re digging in the dirt to plant a flower; holding my husband’s hand as we celebrate 40 years of life together this year; hugging my son as he was hurting; waving to a neighbor.
These hands are an incredible creation of God. And I have spent my life using these hands to show love and caring, to work hard, and to do His work. And as they grow more wrinkled and aged, I will wear them out in doing good.
