Thought that I would share with you my inspiration for this drawing, though I know that many of you have held other meanings for it. Don't you just love it when a piece of art can convey more than one interpretaion?The main hand in the drawing is my daddy's hand...rugged, yet tender (I always felt like I was holding a baseball glove when I would grasp his hand as a little girl)...one who lovingly worked from dawn into the night keeping his family fed, clothed, and a roof over their heads. You see, my daddy's hands not only represent his hard work, but also his fine character...one committed until death to his parents (his mother's hand is the other hand in the drawing)...one committed until death to his sweetheart/wife...he was committed to providing not only the necessary material things in this life, but also to providing an example of one who loved God with all of his mind, heart and body.
When he worked with his hands, he worked with skill, doing his best as unto the Lord, not unto men. You see, he said the Lord was his Boss and none other. I am often reminded of the many times, I would witness him picking up a handful of nails realizing he'd picked up the exact amount he needed without trying. He told me that everytime he did that, he felt like it was his heavenly Father saying, "I love you, son, and I am taking care of you." My daddy's hands represent his servant attitude towards others...his humble spirit...never too proud to be around those less fortunate. In fact, he always felt unworthy of all his blessings and called to help those who had it harder than himself. To this day, he stays alert to others' needs over his own. If he can help someone, he jumps at the chance.
You probably think that perhaps I am seeing him through rose-colored glasses and have missed the man totally. Only problem is, I grew up with him and I was "Daddy's girl". As I grew up we shared many times of intimate conversation by the fireside that I will always cherish and hold dear...singing praises to the Lord, praying together, sharing hopes and dreams and questioning things neither of us could understand. Because of my earthly father, I had a glimpse of my heavenly Father that not all women can say they possess. How blessed I have been: Abba Father was seen in my earthly father, and for that I am eternally grateful. Thanks, Dad! Thank You, Abba!
