and his brain, of course. I've always loved his hands. They are so strong, but so soft. They are so talented. When combined with his brain, they are amazing. He can fix cars, yet he can make my body sing. He can work on the most intricate electronic things, do electrical stuff, yet rub my back so gently. His nails grow so much it's amazing. I often remind him that he needs to trim them. I would NEVER have nails that grow so easily and so strong. I just love his hands. I've seen them when one was squashed completely flat by a car falling on it, yet it came back with absolutely no damage at all. That was a miracle from God. He is a miracle, anyway. After all, he loves me. And I love all of him. Not just his hands....
This morning I was reading in Philippians 4, verses 1-9, where it tells us to give everything to God, and not to worry. It also tells us the good things on which to think. So, I went out to the garage, where Paul was working on one of the cars, and all that went out the window. There he was getting under the big Ford we have. Visions of it falling on him kept coming into my head. So, I started praying and claiming the scriptures. I stood there most of the time he was beneath the car, watching and praying. It's very difficult in that situation, when someone is so important to you, to remain calm, and claim the scriptures. But, God was faithful. Paul finished, and the car did NOT fall on him, the jack stands and the jack did NOT fail and all was well. Whew! I keep telling him to take the cars to somewhere to have work done on them. He keeps telling me to win the lottery. I keep telling him that there is no amount of money that can make up for him getting hurt. He just shakes his head. Stubborn Norwegian! Well, thankfully, I have a faithful God in whom I can put my trust. He has my best interest at heart, whatever may come.
