I was driving home with my older brother this past weekend and he asked me what my favorite thing to paint is. I easily found the answer, and quickly blurted out “hands and feet”. He asked me why, and though it may seem strange, all my life I’ve always been one to notice just how beautiful these common things can be. We were created by our maker, to create for our maker. We were set into motion so that we can be the movers, shakers, and lovers of this world. We can’t do any of that without them. How amazing they are, our hands and our feet, something we take for granted so easily.
I think everyone can relate to the power gifted to us through these instruments.
With our hands we write meaningful words, we get dirty and bloody and bruised, we paint masterpieces, we pick people up, we care for the ones we love, we feed the hungry, we lay hands on the sick, we carry the hearts and burdens of those who can no longer carry them alone. But they don’t even belong to me, they may be attached to my arms, but as hard as I try to hang on to the little power I have with them I hear God whispering to me, asking me to surrender my talents to the glory of his kingdom, and oh how beautiful it is when my pride is broken and his plans prevail.
With our feet, we aren’t called to just walk. We are called to run full force into the doors of promise God has laid before us. We board airplanes that lead to the unknown, We hike trials that take us deeper into his plan for us, we climb steep mountains that raise us higher than ourselves, we dance in the blessings of rain, we chase after the desires of our heart knowing that God’s promises will not fail us. How beautiful are our feet, for we are the ones called to bring the good news of our sweet Jesus.
We are called to believe in impossible things, in miracles. And honestly that has been so hard for me. My endurance has been running low and my pace has been slowing down. But I have been so sweetly reminded that we are children of the God of promise. We have no reason to be anxious or cautious. Our hands and our feet can’t do it all. But with our God we can do mighty things. The whisper that’s calling me towards that promise is louder than my fears. And oh my goodness how freeing it is to know that simple truth. I will always be thankful for the opportunity to use my hands and my feet to glorify our God. May we never stop running with endurance towards the promise God has for us.
