A mother was very beautiful—all except her hands, which were shriveled and scarred and hideous. Her child was reluctant to speak about them, the time came when she asked her mother how the hand became so marred.
The mother told her how their house caught fire when the girl was very little. The mother rushed upstairs to the room where the girl was sleeping in her crib, and with the help of the Lord was able to carry the child downstairs and outside without being harmed. But in so doing, the mother’s hands were terribly burned.
The child said, "O, Mother, you know I’ve always loved you—especially your face, your smile, your eyes, but better than all that, now I love your hands!"
Christ left heaven’s glory
Remember Jesus told Thomas, "Behold, My hands." We, like that girl, are helpless without someone to depend upon. Christ Jesus fills that role in our lives.
and became flesh for us.