He wraps the nails with the smallest of wires as tight as crippled hands will allow into the form of the cross of his Savior. Five hours for one cross and he wants everyone in our church to have his gift to give.
He said he made something for me as he struggled, reaching into his shirt pocket with his much too young crippling hand. I carved this angel for you out of cedar, he said. You might can hang it in your closet. It’s not much. My hands doesn’t work so well anymore.
And this Christmas his wife gave me a gift from him and her. She said, he doesn’t sleep much and when he can’t sleep he carves. She said sometimes he stays up all night and carves. And she handed me the most beautiful of snowflakes carved out of cedar–by his crippled hands.
And I, humbled, do not deserve such beautiful gifts.
The most special of gifts wrapped in a pretty box adorned with a bow will never compared to those of love made with crippled hands and a giving heart.
Psalm 5:8, Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God.
All scripture references are from the King James Version of the Holy Bible and photos and writings are copyright of a beautful grace.