The funny thing is we believe that our life is ours and ours alone.
The truth is we belong to God and our lives are in His hands.
With His hands he shaped us into being.
Like clay on a potters wheel, He is constantly molding us to be better versions of ourselves.
With His hands, He touched us to wake up this morning to see the start of a new day.
With His hands He painted the universe in the darkness of space.
In Hands there is peace, love, healing,and comfort.
In His hands lies strength, protection, and provision.
When we are too weak to press our way through the ups and downs of life, God carries you and I until we can walk again.
We belong to God and our lives are in His hands.