God has been showing me something lately. It is our hands and our feet. Being in Guatemala, I have noticed they have so much power to them. Our hands reach up in vulnerability as we cry out and surrender all to God.
Our feet dance for joy as we show child-like worship to the Lord. We jump up and down as we are reminded of his faithfulness.
Our hands hold others as we pray. It provides a connection between two people as the power of the holy spirit floods over them.
Our feet move in obedience and boldness to wherever God calls us to go.
Our hands are used by the holy spirit to heal people from sickness or pain.
Our feet take us from town to town as the Lord tells us who to talk to and speak life over.
Our hands are used to wipe away tears of sadness and pain or joy and laughter. Also to hold our bibles or write notes as God speaks to us or to others through us.
God has been showing me that even just dancing with the older folks or going into a home to hand-make tortillas can be ways of showing His love and His power. It is the big things, but also the small. Our hands and feet hold so much more power than we ever realized. I will continue to step out in faith and take a walk in boldness.
