“It’s not easy being yourself because it can invite envy and attention. But if you hide your authentic self from the rest of the world, a unique life will pass you by. There is splendor in being true to yourself.”
Have you ever had one of those hectic to-do days where you find yourself working around your home all day? You’re repairing, building, changing, and moving until you fall on the couch, exhausted from the day’s labor. You grab something to eat then head for the shower, grateful for its warm embrace and the soothing cascade of freshness.
I had one such day today. I accomplished many of the items that had been gathering cobwebs on my list, and I felt a great sense of relief that I was finally able to cross things off of my list.
I ended the massive day of labor with a nice hot shower, as I stood there in the warm embrace of the cascading water, I took notice of my hands as they were being drenched with the water falling from the showerhead. I noticed the veins beneath the skin, the lines and the creases, the ridges and the joints. I saw my fingertips and the perfect symmetry of four fingers and one thumb. What a fantastic tool the hand, a miracle indeed.
These hands, I thought, have been through a lot in my 54 years. These hands have built, destroyed, moved, lifted, embraced, greeted, waved, and earned. These hands have taken on every purpose I have set my mind and heart towards. They have expressed the drive that I have embraced deep within my heart, these hands have manifested the very expression of what lies deep within my very soul.
These hands have even, at times, taken on the work and goals that others have expressed as the important thing that they should be busy at. There were times when these hands were not being true to who I was, what I wanted to be, and what I knew that I should have been.
These hands have created jobs for people that were unemployable, they have found shelter for people with no shelter, they have comforted a friend in pain, they have taught people to be people, they have practiced compassion because compassion they have received, they have held new life, and they have held death.
These are the things that my hands remember, that they hold dear, this is the purpose for which they were created.
What about you? Whose life are your hands living? Whose goals are your hands meeting? Whose dreams are your hands reaching for? Who is receiving the compassion only your hands can give? What meaningful things will your hands do for the rest of your days?
We determine the meaning of what is expressed by our hands, whatever endeavor your hands are involved in should be the one that you hold close. One day you’ll notice your hands and the memories will come flooding in. What will those memories be that were created by the work of your hands?
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