Saturday, March 30, 2013

Those hands.

Hello! 
 

I know that spring has sprung, because the pond near our house is a flurry of new fluffy downy covered ducklings. Mama ducks gather and lead, and baby ducks go where they please.

 
This is Bella's favorite duck. Her name is Princess.
 



When I was growing up, my dad used to take my sister and I for walks in the evening after dinner. We would talk about all kinds of things from dispensationalism to what was going on at school. Raising kids of my own, I'm beginning to realize that years of those little moments have framed who I am and what I believe. It does my heart so good to see my sweet girl walking and talking with her daddy.







The picture below:
I normally skim through a whole bunch of pictures, narrowing them down to my top tenish. And normally, this picture below would have been passed. Grady's hands are blurry, I missed getting a shot of the duck, ect... But tonight I am seeing more than just a picture of hands. I'm seeing hands that I hold and kiss, and love. They are open and gently reaching, and they are beautiful. And this picture made me stop and pause, and be thankful for little hands and strong hands, hands that provide and hands that were formed inside. Hands that I trust, and hands that trust mine.

 
 
This week I have spent a lot of time focusing on the cross of Christ, and what it means for us, and for me. Sweet baby hands grew into strong and loving hands, and then they opened and bled for me. I have a hard time sitting through a church service that depicts the crucifixion in detail. In fact, I can't remember a year that I haven't walked out within the first five minutes. I can't sit there, and be able to retain any amount of composure. The torture, the pain, the beatings, the blood, the separation. I literally want to throw up at the thought, and the tears flow. That Jesus is mine. And I love him. And he did all of that for me. 
And I am so very thankful. So very thankful.
 
 
Oh, praise the one who paid my debt
and raised this life up from the dead.
Oh, praise the one who paid my debt
and raised this life up from the dead.

2 comments:

  1. Beautiful post Amy!

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  2. Love the picts of the kids and this precious moment in time of visiting the pond. Reminds me of picts of our girls. Love your reflections on their hands and then turning it to His hands. I am the same way. The girls and I watched The Passion for the first time together last evening. I cried most of the way through. Teachable moments of what He endured for us. Amazing. Wishing you a wonderful spring day and look forward to skyping on Easter sunday! He is Risen!

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