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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