My Hands To Greater Service

Of all the gift I have to give this world, my hands are by far the greatest. With the direction of myself they are more often than not used for frivolous meaning, but with in the control of another they can mean so much more. Now before you jump to the conclusion that I’m about to go on to a clichéd ramble you should know that I am not speaking of god, rather a little girl.  Her hands were curled, more claw than hand. They were rapped, bandaged, casted, and most importantly, utterly useless. It was among the applause of a puppet show and the rhythm of music that these hands of mine found meaning and the ability to give great joy when bent to the will of another. Although this precious little thing had not the ability to applaud or clap to a rhythm, she could certainly push mine together to make that thunderous pop of witch made her smile. It is quite incredible what these hands can do when given to another. They can bring a smile to a little girl, let her join in with her peers, let her be a part of something, and give her hope, if only for a moment.