Handyman needs work…

Usually I find a picture that I feel tells the story in some way – without words. . Many are mine and some I’ve found along the way like these beautiful hands. Today I chose the picture first knowing that my heart, soul, and a story would follow.

Maybe these are God’s hands….they’re old and obviously been around a while. Or perhaps the hands of a native healer. Maybe they’re the hands of your grandmother or even your aged Mother.Could they be a mans hands – why not? Could they be your hands? Take a look, a long long look. Touch them carefully with intent. Smell and taste them, rub them together – do you hear their music and see their story. Are they soft, hard or in between? Do they hurt? Do you take them for granted and assume they’ll “do” on command?  Are they clean and ready for dinner? Careful now – mother will notice.

This is Lucy’s hand…well left paw, but to her they’re hands. We had to cut our walk short today because she stepped on a bee… och. Usually she eats them, but that’s her story not mine. She wanted to be brave and carry on and was equally glad to get back in the car, head home and take care of her self. Not to worry, she’s fine.

 

This is my paw…well left hand. I think Lucy’s left handed like me, but can’t be sure. I’ve grown rather found of my left hand since it really takes good care of me. It’s been lots of places and touched lots of things. It holds my fountain pens, and tooth brush and I like that a lot. It does just about everything and I try not to take that for granted and hope it never tells our secrets.

 

I recently tweeted that I was tired of walking around with my heart in my open hands. I can see my heart in the photo of my hand rather clearly, but you probably can’t. I’m pretty certain that Jesus walked around with His sometimes broken heart in His hands too. Sometimes we don’t want to admit that our heart is broken and think no one can see our brokenness. Most of the time we’re simply fooling ourselves. As for Lucy, her heart was broken when she came into my life and never again.

 

I’ve learned this week that it’s good to place our broken hearts in our treasured hands so God can restore them from brokenness to wholeness. When it comes to broken hearts God is the handyman you want to call.  I’m reminded of James Taylor’s song “Handyman.”


Hey, gather round, listen to what I’m putting down.
Hey babe, I’m your handy man.
I’m not the kind to use a pencil or rule, I’m handy with love and I’m no fool,
I fix broken hearts, I know that I truly can.

If your broken heart should need repair, then I’m the man to see.
I whisper sweet things, you tell all your friends, they’ll come running to me.

Here is the main thing I want to say, I’m busy 24 hours a day.
I fix broken hearts, I know that I truly can.

He can…he really can. Healing is yours for the asking .God’s gift freely given is “wholeness”. When our heart is broken – God’s heart is broken. The gift of wholeness is two hearts beating as one. It’s a gift that you can give to God!

 

 

 

 

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