So small, so soft.
Soon it will grow.
Soon it will have sticky stuff all over it.
Soon it will be learning how to tickle.
Soon it'll learn how to hold a crayon and make irreplaceable masterpieces.
Soon it will hold a handlebar with white knuckles as Daddy lets go of the bike for the first time.
Soon it will learn how to navigate monkey bars.
Soon it will hold the strap of a book bag as she walks out the door for school.
Reaching for a chord on an instrument
Or slapping high fives after a game-winning goal
What will this hand experience in victory and character-building defeats?
Too soon it'll be used to text and tweet.
To update statuses and update Mom on her whereabouts.
And white-knuckled again, it will grip the steering wheel of Daddy's car for the first time.
I wonder whose hand it will hold one day.
Who will ask for this hand in marriage?
What will this hand look like with a wedding band on it?
How will it be used to heal the broken, the forgotten, the poor?
How will it feel like Jesus' hand to those whom it touches?
How will it fit in the body of Christ?
in His capable hands,
I hold her loosely in my own hands
To release her into His care, for his service, for His glory.