When I got married we had that traditional picture taken of our hands with our new wedding bands on. You know the one, usually taken on top of an open Bible. I worried about it practically from the day I said "yes!" when he popped the question in front of the entire congregation. My hands have always been wrinkly. Often referred to as "old people hands" by some claiming to be my friends at the time, I have always been self conscious of them.
So when we entered this year's Mother's Day Banquet to see a photographer taking pictures of our hands I hesitated. Not long enough to get talked out of it, however.
And for that I'm quite thankful. I LOVE this picture!
Three generations of hands, wedding diamonds turned to face the palm, telling so many stories. Cupcake's stories are just beginning, but they are precious and treasured. At first glance, I wasn't sure which hands were mine and which were my mother's!
These hands have prayed, worked, loved & fixed. They have comforted, praised & celebrated. They have held new born babies and tended gardens choked with weeds. They cook, clean, organize, drive, and lift. They throw and shove and push when needed. They've needed healing. They've been abused, pampered, and neglected. They tell the stories of women in love with Jesus. They hold the hands of another generation. My mother's hands have held me and my children. We have held her. That's priceless.
I love you, mommy.
Happy Mother's Day.
We cherish you everyday.
