“Gods greatest blessings always go by the hands who serve him here below.”
These words remind me that it is my hands, my lips, my love and my story that can help those around me feel our Saviors love.
Recently my 4-year-old grandson was singing a song about Jesus that he learned in church. As he sang that sweet little song I was transformed to the overwhelming feelings of love I felt the first time that I heard that song.
I didn’t grow up in a religious home and knew very little about Jesus. I was born in a complicated family where the shadow of my parent’s addictions made feeling loved difficult.
When I was just a little older than my grandson, I went to a Christian summer camp. One day I was running around and stepped on a piece of glass that went through my shoe and cut my foot. Fearing any unwanted anger or attention I tried to hide. One of the guidance counselors noticed me limping and picked me up and carried me too a place where she could give me medical attention.
I still remember how she carefully took off my shoes and socks and washed my feet just like Jesus washed the feet of His disciples. As she was washing my feet, she smiled and sang the song about Jesus loving me. And once my wound was cared for, she held me in her arms and rocked me until I stopped crying.
It amazes me that almost fifty years later I can still remember the special way that I felt.
I hope that when you are discouraged you always remember that Gods greatest blessings always go by the hands that serve him here below. Open your heart and let those around you help you feel our Saviors love for you.
