From The Storyteller
July 2, 2018, Hands
Elaine is examining our newly trapped possum. This is not unusual for her. Creation amazes her, and an opportunity for an up close examination of a possum is too good to pass up. For the next several minutes we examine the possum’s feet. Fact: they look like miniature human hands. Our friend is released across the river, and life goes on.
The next day working on our sailboat’s engine, the wrench slips and my attention is immediately drawn my hand. Some pain, no blood and a few colorful words – time for a coffee break.
I’m making the coffee, and the possum’s miniature hands come to mind. I smile thinking about training possums to use their hands to do boat stuff and make coffee. This thought lead me to really focus on my hands, and all they can do. I look at my hands and the first thing I notice - my wedding ring. Without saying a word my hand is telling the whole world I’m in love, cool. Also noticed - the visible engine grease and the invisible sore place on my knuckle.
This morning my hands twisted a pickle jar lid open, pounded nails, threaded a needle, turned pages in a book, changed oil in a motor, and put food in my mouth. When I considered all the amazing things my hands had done just that morning, it made me think of them as magical.
Typing this story on my computer required my fingers to move to the appropriate letters and push gently. While the hands did not decide which letters to push, they are the tools that made it happen.
Interesting mental journey - a possum’s foot to the wonder of the human hand. Look at yours, and consider all they have done just today - amazing.
Moral: God’s magic right there in plain sight.