What first comes to my mind when I hear the words “healing hands” are people who have the ability to lay hands on the sick, and they recover, or those who are able to cast out demons or raise the dead. I respect people who have the ability to do all those things. Being used by God in this way is awesome, but I’ve discovered “healing hands” cover so much more than that.
“Healing hands” are the hands that lift a child and hold it close, chasing all fears away. “Healing hands” are also the hands of one who can pull a reluctant lonely person into an embrace.
“Healing hands” are the hands of a husband that takes pleasure in caressing his wife no matter how long they’ve been together and the hands of a wife who will do the same for her husband.
“Healing hands” locked together in prayer before children depart for school and parents leave for work. Those same hands blessing the meal provided by God and end the day the same way they began, in thanksgiving to the Savior for His tender mercies and loving-kindness.
“Healing hands” are able to take a mess and create order. Those same hands reach out to help, not hurt.
“Healing hands” do not strike out in anger or abuse. They chastise and correct with love, compassion and purpose.
Hands that heal belong to those who have lived, loved and learned. The owners of “healing hands” also know how to forgive and encourage those around them. They aren’t judgmental or condemning.
“Healing hands” may tear down, but they also build up.
“Healing Hands” belong to visionaries, leaders, teachers and nurturers. They belong to those who have been broken, hurt, abused and misused.
I’ve learned that “healing hands” belong to everyone in all walks of life. Yes, even your hands are “healing hands.”