It's like I'm walking around with clentched fists.

I get my back up over everything.

I'm looking for a fight. I won't take help.


I forget about grace, forgiveness, compassion.

I forget to breath deeply.

I forget to be transformed. Forget about the mercy.

But then... here comes the Prince of Peace, the Lover of my Soul.

With the skill of a surgeon and the heart of a lion, He starts pealing back my fingers.

He's telling me the truth.

Telling me who I am. Redeemed, Beloved, Child.

Finally my hands are open and the fight is drained out of me.

He says, "Don't forget what My Heart is like. Don't forget my hands".

He holds them out for me.

Tears stream down my tired face.

I see the hands that formed the world.

I see a carpenter's hands.

I see the wounds of love.

And I see my name.

Into your hands I commit my spirit;

redeem me, LORD, my faithful God.

Psalm 31:5