Clumsy Hands

With my clumsy hands I spilled the paint. With my clumsy hands I made a knot, instead of untangling my delicate necklace. With my clumsy hands I poured the drink on someones food, instead of in their cup. My hands are clumsy and feeble at times, I make a mess when I try to clean things up. But I am so glad we have a God who has steady hands. His hands never grow tired, they are never weak. They never make clumsy mistakes by pouring blessings onto the wrong people. My hands may be clumsy, much of the time, but our Father doesn't have hands like mine.