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3/52 wks: Hands

So far each week the title for my posts has been based on songs I’ve heard at some point during the week. It’s a song which sparks an idea or one with lyrics I can’t stop thinking about. This week while I was brainstorming ideas the song Who I am by Jessie J had sparked a few ideas, then I went to church. Not to get all religious on everyone, but the Priest in our church invited us to spend time this week reflecting upon one of the readings/gospel or ask ourselves “what are you looking for?” The first reading was 1 Sm 3:3b-10, 19, where Samuel learned to hear the Lord calling his name. I thought, “hmm, taking time to listen to God is something I already do in my life, this will be easy.” I walked out of church and went on with my day.

Monday rolls around and Hands by Jewel plays on the radio…*light bulb moment*…A photo idea sprang into my mind, a picture of my hands.  My hands are the size of a young girl, so the lines in the song “My hands are small, I know but they’re not yours, they are my own” I instantly connected to the song. While editing, I kept listening to the song and new ideas formed resulting in the final image above.

In life there are good days and there are bad days. There are days we want to save the world and feel like we could actually do it!! For myself, I want to know when I leave this planet I made a difference to someone, in some way.  This song reminds me even though I am only one person, I am one person with a strong faith in God and one who can make a difference.

Hands Lyrics:

If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we’re all OK
And not to worry ’cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won’t be made useless
I won’t be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they’re not yours, they are my own
But they’re not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn’t steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn’t ever after
We’ll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what’s right
‘Cause where there’s a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know
But they’re not yours, they are my own
But they’re not yours, they are my own
I am never broken
In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
My hands are small I know
But they’re not yours, they are my own
But they’re not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
My hands are small I know
But they’re not yours, they are my own
But they’re not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
We are never broken
We are God’s eyes
God’s hands
God’s mind
We are God’s eyes
God’s hands
God’s heart
We are God’s eyes
God’s hands
God’s eyes
We are God’s hands
We are God’s hands

Let YOUR light shine,

Kim

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