There’s something sacred about hands. The weathered hands of a carpenter. The gentle hands of a nurse. The strong hands of a father lifting his child to the sky. Hands tell stories. They build, they bless, they hold on when the world comes undone. “Thy hands have made me and fashioned me...” (Psalm 119:73) Can …

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