I was watching closely Saturday afternoon as a waitress tried to place a hot plate full of hot food on the table. The gentleman who was to feast on this hot plate full of hot food tried to reach out take the plate from her. Repeatedly she told him it was a hot plate and pulled it away from him and eventually handed the hot plate to his wife so it could be put on the table. Then the waitress handed the wife her own hot plate of food. While the waitress and wife both commented on how hot the plates were neither dropped a plate nor seemed in big a hurry to set them down. I have watched my grandmother and my mother-in-law in the kitchen handle things that most men would easily drop! Seems like both of them could pull a pan of steaming hot buttermilk biscuits out of the oven and never need an oven mitt. Now that is tough! Yet ….
Yet those same hands can gently pull back the soft hair of a young daughter into the cutest pig tails. Or softly brush off the dirt from a skint knee just before she kisses it to make it better. Those same hands give confidence to us in a moment of doubt with just a pat on the back. Or swift correction that points us back to the road of the straight and narrow. The touch of a mama’s hand can calm the fear in our minds, compassionately wipe away the tears of a broken heart and express the depth of her love with our hands in hers. But …
But maybe the best gift of a mama’s hand is the way that it points us to Jesus.
Heavenly Father, I give you thanks for mama’s hands.