Mark 6:3 "Is not this the carpenter..."
A carpenter never has soft hands. Sandpaper, saw dust and splinters leave His skin calloused and thick. Tender embraces given by those hands will always scratch a face. He was a carpenter, yet His touch never leaves scars. It does hurt as He polishes our hearts. But the pain comes from our resistance not from His hands. After His work is done the heart gleams, and everywhere there are little circular patterns. Like wheels within wheels, His fingerprints, stamped in our soul are our eternity.
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