This morning when I woke up, I looked at my baby’s little hands. I just started blessing her little hands for whatever purpose God has for them. I prayed that God would use her hands to touch people with His love. That she would create and build things with her hands that would bring glory and honor to His name. That God would use her hands to heal hurting people. That He would use her hands to play an instrument that would bring comfort and inspiration to lonely, searching hearts. Or whatever way He chooses to use her hands, I prayed that they would be used to advance the Kingdom of God.
She seemed to know that I was doing something special. She kept her hands in mine while I was praying over them. I felt an anointing and leading to pray this over her. I’ve never done anything like that before. I’m learning to speak and pray blessings over my children and my husband. There’s power in the spoken word.
"Oh that God would give every mother a vision of the glory and splendor of the work that is given to her when a babe is placed in her bosom to be nursed and trained! Could she have but one glimpse in to the future of that life as it reaches on into eternity; could she look into its soul to see its possibilities; could she be made to understand her own personal responsibility for the training of this child, for the development of its life, and for its destiny,--she would see that in all God's world there is no other work so noble and so worthy of her best powers, and she would commit to no other's hands the sacred and holy trust given to her." -JR Miller
