His hands…they’re my favorite.
They’re big and strong.
Callused from hard work.
I pray for those hands…
to be a blessing.
to be protected.
to be used for the kingdom.
to lead our family and to lead his men.
to dial my number, so I can hear his voice.
to type an email, so I can read his thoughts.
to write me a letter, because he knows I love those unexpected things.
I pray for those hands as he picks up his bag to leave.
And I pray for those hands as they embrace me upon return.
“Praise the Lord, who is my rock. He trains my hands for war and gives my fingers skill for battle. He is my loving ally and my fortress, my tower of safety, my rescuer. He is my shield, and I take refuge in him. He makes the nations submit to me”. -Psalms 144:1-2