As he painted away in delight, I wondered what those hands would do in the future? Will he be a carpenter like his daddy? Will he play music? Will he save a life? What will those little boy hands turn out to do?
As he dabbled away and tried each new color, his first painting came to life. I sat and smiled as he created a picture just for me.
When he was all done, I thanked him for his beautiful painting, and as the sun shone down and dried his creation, I couldn't have been more proud. It was precious and I loved it .. A picture, perfect first picture.
As we sat on the back porch I took his hands .. Those hands that I thought were so big. I took each hand and spread paint across them .. All the while thinking, "These hands aren't quite so big yet!"
Gently I pushed each little hand down to create his hand prints.
Somewhere along the way my eyes began to sting with tears of joy .. Of love .. Of a promise that I will love this boy no matter what he ends up doing with those hands.
Those little hands have a lot of growing to do. As I cleaned off the paint I prayed for those hands. I prayed that God would lead them in the right direction always. That they would be used in goodness and in love.
As he wandered off for his next journey, I watched awhile as the paint dried. Oh, it's the simple things in this life .. The simple, little things that mean the most.
Our beautiful artwork!
