Of all the apps outs there, think about all those things a father’s hands do day to day.
Emotions fill our eyes and silly grievances melt away as you hold his hands in yours. Those hands may have held a newborn baby or two, or three (or 13 in our case), helping bring life into the world. Those hands may have held and calmed you down a time or two in the gentleness and love, never anger. They have faithfully worked to earn a living. Those hands have played, tickled or changed a few diapers (in our case, more than 800,000). They have moved grass, painted a tree house and tied another knot until payday.
With nerves of steel and superhero strength, those hands helped navigate a teenager, or two, or three, or 13, through life’s rocky passages and driver’s education (whereas Mom would rather give birth on a crowded bus).
Those hand have retrieved many a 5-year-old’s critters and sworn never to tell Mom how they got in. They also rescued that 5-year-old from they swimming pool when she drifted a little far, and Dad had to jump in, clothes and all.
Those hands dried many a tear and held you soft and comforting at night and quieted your fears. Those hands have fixed many a broken toy, window and heart. Those hands have reached out and helped others.
Yes, the wrinkled hands and roughness are worn as a badge of honor in the urban battlefields they fought and conquered.
And when minor infractions threaten my peace, I just look at those hands, and I feel blessed.
Psalms 1:1-2: “Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked or stand in the way of sinners or sit in the seat of mockers. But his delight is in the law of the Lord and on his law he meditates day and night.”
Happy Fathers Day.