08/07/2026
MORNING GOLD: In theater, one of the most difficult things is to figure out WHAT to do with your hands. They become these clumsy, awkward things that we never paid attention to before and we suddenly don't know what to do with them. I have an idea what we can to do with our hands whether we’re on a theatrical stage or just on the stage of life.
I am convinced we live in one of the friendliest areas of the country. Among a long list of things we do often here, folks wave at each other on the back roads. What I find particularly endearing is when visitors wave (you can tell it is something novel by the grin they display.)
Moving from what we can do literally with our hands to what we can figuratively do with them, the first thing to come to mind is to help others. I have seen this time and time again in our community how friends, neighbors and complete strangers come together to help someone in need.
Wave to others, hold a door open, help where you see a need... there are any number of things we can do with our hands to lift others up!
I backed up the gold thoughts with Jewel's song Hands
If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
But it didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after
We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
We are never broken
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are God's eyes
God's hands