I'm a hands-free type of gal. If it’s in my hand, it won’t be there long. I’ll set it down anywhere, or hand it off to someone else.
With my hands free, I am free.
The hands of my heart, however, are quite different. They stubbornly refuse to let go, until they are so full and weary. Finally, my heart allows Jesus’ love to break through, and I ever so-slightly loosen my grasp. He reminds me that he has created me to have a hands-free heart. With my hands-free heart, I am truly free.
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I think I'm going to have to pass on this one, but I think I have found a way to keep track of comments. I'll let you know if it works out.
I didn't get a chance this time with the craziness at our house but keep me updated if you do it again.
BTW i tagged you for a Meme if you want to play along.
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