I wipe dirty hands and teary faces.
I capture memories.
I sew, quilt, embroider, color, create.
I write these words.
I write a note to a friend.
I type words that make a story.
I hold a hand.
I cook a meal.
I plant a garden.
I send a text.
I give a back rub.
I bake bread.
I pick up shells.
I hold a pick and worship with fingers on the strings.
I flip through the Bible, and touch the words that He wrote.
What do you do with your own two hands?