Your Hands Tell a Story

Have you ever stopped to look at the hands of a baby? They tell a story: a story of a wonderful Creator who molds each tiny perfectly-shaped finger; who implants strength in those little muscles. Essentially all that those hands will ever be is present when we get our first glimpse of them after birth. Now look at those same hands after a lapse of threescore years. They tell a story: a story of what the person is. Take the gnarled hands of a man who works with pick and shovel, the steady...