Her only flaw:
The Seinfeld show even devoted an episode to this subject. Jerry had started dating a very attractive woman whose only flaw was that she had man-hands—meaning her hands were large and coarse like a man’s. Many of the Seinfeld episodes came from the perspective of very self-indulgent characters who superficially put value on the wrong things. But I admit when I watched that one, I realized that having large hands was a very real thing. (Don’t remember? Here’s a very brief CLIP from that episode.)
Over the years, I’ve taken less notice of the size of my hands and instead have focused on what those hands can do. In the photo above you’ll notice just how many puzzle pieces I can hold at one time. This comes in very handy when putting 1000 pieces back into the bag for storage. (tee hee)
Here are a few other things my larger-than-normal-for-a-woman hands can accomplish:
- Comfort and support when offering a personal prayer.
- A “big” demonstration of love when holding onto a grandchild’s hand.
- It’s easier to clean up a mess of spilled cereal. Silly but true.
- They hold a lot more peanut M&M’s than someone else’s more petit hands. A definite advantage.
While I still at times wish my hands (and feet I might add) were smaller, mostly I’m able to accept they’re simply a part of me and “me” was created by God. And He makes everything beautiful and perfect.
But most importantly…
When I look at my hands, they remind me of the even bigger hands of God—hands able to create, hands able to protect, hands that enable, hands that perform miracles, hands that enfold in love, hands that protect, hands that can be trusted.
So, if looking at my hands turn my attention to God, then my hands indeed are perfect. And I love them. I absolutely LOVE them.
But Lord, you are our father. We are like clay, and you are the potter; your hands made us all. (Isaiah 64:8)
What do the hands of God remind you of?