He gave us hands...

I have always loved hands. One of the first things you see a baby do is lock their tiny fingers around their mother and father’s hand. As a child, the times I felt the safest were those times spent wrapped in my daddy’s arms or walking down the street with my little hand engulfed in his huge palm and work roughened fingers. To this day, when I‘m feeling down, I want nothing more than to feel my mom’s hands rubbing my back. Probably one of the most endearing scenes is that of a couple holding hands, so happy and in love.

We do so much with our hands…we work, we create, we write, we express emotions, we show others love or hate depending on our decisions, we live. They are, in my opinion, one of God’s greatest creations.

One day this week, when I was finished teaching, I sat on the floor and played with a four year old girl named Suman. She didn’t speak to me, but slowly became comfortable and offered a shy smile from time to time. I looked at her dusty little hands thinking to myself how utterly adorable this child is. My camera was laying on the floor next to me and glancing at her hand holding mine, I decided I absolutely needed to take a picture of the trust that tight little grip represented. I hope you enjoy the photos…..♥Nebin

"How beautiful the hands that served."