Funny . . . or not so funny, but true. My hands are not the prettiest. They are not manicured. They are even a little rough. I have taken to calling them my man hands. I'm okay with it. I have come to terms and accepted my man hands for what they are. While other ladies may have pretty sparkly paint on the tips of their fingers, mine do not. Not by desire to be plain. No, I kind of like a little sparkle here and there. I have even tried to apply the fake nails - only to have that end hours later while I am at the sink scrubbing on a pot, or while I am outside digging in the dirt. Let's face it - they are not pretty, but they allow me to experience some pretty beautiful things in this life. They have given me the opportunity to make wonderful meals for my family. These rough looking paws have held life at it's newest. My man hands have also allowed me to hug and love on my little ones. They have been used in teaching children how to read. They have even given me the blessing to point out scripture to someone as they accept the Lord as Saviour. I laugh about my man hands with others, but it is all in jest. For I am thankful for their physical toughness - it allows me some very tender moments in this life.
Bring on Summer
3 years ago