So many Jerichos, so many…
One would think I would remember.
I never could face Goliath on my own.
These hands. Gardening hands. Reading hands. Writing hands. Comforting hands. But never hands to fight.
I lifted my babies to the world , my hands to touch their faces, to stroke their baby backs.
So now, this process of slipping my hands into the Strongest Hands and trusting those hands to be the comfort, the strength, the life changer.
Be small enough. Be big enough.