Several years ago, my youngest daughter, Becka, was riding along in the car with my wife and me. She asked, “Dad, do you mind if I take some pictures of your hands?” I said, “Of course, but why do you want pictures of my hands?"
I think what she saw could be summed up in an email I received from a friend of mine about a grandfather talking to his child about his old hands.
He said, “These old hands have tied my shoes. They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn daughter. They trembled and shook when I buried my parents. They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day, when some other things of me don’t work so well, these hands hold me up, lay me down and again continue to fold in prayer."
This Father’s Day, let your children and/or grandchildren know just how much you love them. Fathers, you have the power at “hand” to make a difference for good in the lives of your children. I challenge you to be that man.