Worn Hands

I really like this band called playradioplay. Its poppy and electronic stuff. Fun to dance around to. Anyways, they have this song called “compliment eachother like colors”. It is one of my favorites. There is a line in a song that says

“I feel like my worn hands are empty waiting for God’s new plans”

I like this line but I like it more when you turn it around and make it a question.

Are your worn hands empty waiting for Gods new plans?

Hands that are worn down from already working hard and diligently on what God has put before you. Hands that are dirty and callused and have cut on them and when you look at the cuts you can remember specific stories of why you have them. Hands that look like they have done there work but still they are out stretched facing up word towards God saying “I am ready for what you have next for me oh Lord.”

I hope that I could say yes to that question.

I think there are times in my spiritual life where I look at my hand and go, “ah man, these are beat up. I better give them a rest.” But why is that my call. Why do I think it is my call when God shed his plans on to me? It’s not. No matter how worn down my hands look they should always be out and awaiting God.

And this is my prayer.

That I would be here, with my hands open to God, ready for what he has next.