Hands, visual expressions of life

Our hands are epistles. 

Working together they visibly communicate our personal stories to the world around us.  Clearly manifesting works and ways of life, these joints and bones reveal their importance in our day-to-day activities, something we may take for granted.

Ask any arthritic individual the importance of range-of-motion and flexibility.

Ask any physically challenged  person the same question.

The human hand has 27 bones, 14 of which are phalanges of the fingers.  The metacarpal is the bone which connects the fingers and wrist.  Each hand has five metacarpals.

The power and capabilities associated with hand and wrist motions—tremendous and innumerable.

I am a firm believer in these two Scripture references.

“Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might.”  Ecclesiastes 9:10a

“Whatever you do, do your work heartily, as for the Lord rather than for men.”  Col. 3:23

Work can be defined briefly in the following ways:

  •  Activity pursued as a livelihood—art, business, calling, career, craft, employment, job, occupation, profession, pursuit, trade, vocation.
  •  Something done—act, action, deed, doing, thing.
  •  To exert one’s mental or physical powers—drive, labor, toil, strain, strive, sweat, travail, tug.
  • To perform a function effectively—function, operate, run, take.

No matter how we define work or a way of life, it involves the hands.

How important do you think my hands are in the following true story? 

I’ve lost a faithful friend this week.  One who has lingered with me in prayer, ready to provide a warm gentle caress across my cheek.  For the last three years, he has soothed my troubled inner self, provided warmth for my aching hands and fingers, has reminded me daily of my family’s love, and has been ready to serve me no matter what.  Our breakup occurred Tuesday evening as he lay shattered in the bottom of my granite sink.  Screaming at my loss, to no avail.  No longer will he brew the tea that has nourished me at times as nothing else could.  My blessed tea cup—a shattered relationship.

Visually telling wordless stories of our daily lives through the camera lens has been an ongoing passion since 2005.  A poem and several hand images follow with more photos at http://www.corinthrose.com under This N’ That.  I hope you will take a look at them when time permits.

Your Hand
(Author Unknown)
 
When my world falls down around me,
And the ground is sinking sand;
When peace can’t be found on this earth,
I reach out for Your hand.
Then when Your hand wraps ’round my own,
A strength pours from Your soul;
It brings me to a quiet calm,
Till once again I’m whole.
A peace beyond all reason,
A rest there in Your touch;
Something in Your quiet words,
My heart yearns for so much.
If I but rest my worries,
Upon Your shoulder there;
The strength that pours forth from Your soul,
Will wash away each care.
Like a cool, sweet taste of water.
For a tired and thirsty man;
My heart finds peace, my soul is calm
When I reach out for Your hand.
 
“I have set the LORD continually before me.  Because He is at my right hand, I will not be shaken.”  Psalm 16:8 
 
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About corinthrose

Born again Christian, helpmate of 42 years, domestic engineer of two children, GRANDmother of six darlings, professional volunteer, fanatic photographer, and a wanna be writer. Occasionally, infatuated with family history, flower photography, and traveling with my hiking buddy.
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4 Responses to Hands, visual expressions of life

  1. I’ll never think of hands in the same way. Great post. So sorry about your cup. I hate to break a favorite cup!

  2. Pingback: From one hand to another | The Quiet & The Quirky

  3. Nancy says:

    Very clever “true story” A relationship with your hands. We have kept our hands busy here with cutting firewood. and did it with all our might until the sun went down.

  4. Pingback: An Interview with Self, part 1 | Corinth Rose

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