I was hanging out with one of my homeless buddies the other day and I glanced down at his hands and was shocked at what I saw. Busted, cut, torn, tattered, dirty and damaged, his hand’s has to be among the worst I’ve seen in a looong time. Then it suddenly dawned on me that his hand’s actually serves as a record of his life’s struggles and troubles. Every cut, callous and crease most likely has a story that goes with it I’m sure.

After considering this thought, I then had the urge to take a peek at my own hands and I noticed that they too have been marred and scared and carries several different stories as well.

You know, our hands really can tell the story of our life. The rough times, tough times, up times and down times, times when it’s tight and times when you’ve had to fight. Yep, our hands can probably tell the story so much better than any words we could ever say.

So, if your hands could speak or tell your story, what would they say of your struggles and glory? Hmmm… Just a little treat to start your week. Let’s keep making it GREAT!

AWESOME WEEK!!!

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