The Hands Of A Working Man

 

My dear one has always worked.

His working days began in his daddy's garage when he was eight years old.

When I met him, and he took me as his to care for and love,  he was working three jobs.

It was in his heart as a man to protect and provide.....and to lead. He is a strong leader.

His strong hands have provided much for many.

I mentioned a need I heard of for others once. He slipped some money into my hand. His heart response was to provide for those he didn't know but were on my heart in prayer.

This has been the case uncountable times.

I so love these dear, rough, calloused hands.

So much good has come into many lives through the sweat of his brow and the work of his manly loving hands.

One time he told me that his rough hands and the dirt under his fingernails embarrassed him a little bit.

He didn't realize that his hands were one of the reasons I married him and love him so much.

I could see that they were hands that would never let his loved ones down.

We might not be rich in some earthly things, but we can always count on daddy's hands to feed us, clothe us and love us real good.....as we say in the South......and to be honest we feel rich because of all those hands do for us.

I wanted a flower garden this year....so off he went to plow and weed......his wife wants flowers.....so she shall have them.

Precious hands......you're beautiful to me.

May God bless you for all you do.....♥️

Paul Harvey was a voice of reason back when I was young. Today I share a thought by him called Hard Work. He reminds us that this country was carved out by the bare handed man and the sweat of his labor....

Daddy's Hands.....