Hands

I've always loved hands, the textures they have, the agility in them, the fragility of them, the ability to speak a thousand words and yet never make a sound. Hands tell you a lot about the person that they belong to.

These hands belong to my mom, and the little hands that she is holding belong to my little brother Luke.

Her hands have been very instrumental in my life, helping me with homework, giving me medicine when I was sick, administering wisdom (In a Proverbs 29:15 sort of way), loving me, and pointing me to Christ.

She faithfully continues to be this sort of wonderful mother to me and all of my other siblings. 

Thank you Mom, I love you.