Originally, I was intending to post a photo of my mother's hands. She always has either a crochet hook in her hand or knitting needles. I don't think there is a day that goes by that she isn't working on something; however, the opportunity did not arise that I could get a photo of her performing these task this week. Then I remembered this video with this song. It is beautiful. I usually do not post much on my blog about religion not because I am embarrassed by my religion nor am I embarrassed that I am religious, but my testimony of God is so special to me that I just get uncomfortable talking about it. I know not everyone that reads this blog is religious or that you may have a different religious affiliation than I do, and I respect that. When I think of hands I think of the service they provide. We have all been given different talents which have been given to us to benefit ourselves and to be a blessing to others. Do you remember when Hilary Clinton wrote the book called It Takes a Village in 2006? Basically, she spoke of how our service to others ;especially, to children was in desperate need and that we can not raise a great nation without each of us helping each other. I am so grateful to the many wonderful people who filled in the gap. My mother worked and was a single parent for many years before getting married again. I was so blessed to have so many wonderful people bless me by watching over me when it wasn't always convenient. I know I woudn't be where I am today if it wasn't for these people and for that I am very grateful. I think sometimes we think we have to something grand when we think of service, but it doesn't have to be. It could be something so simple as taking time to talk to the check out clerk at the grocery store, a smile to someone as they walk by, taking a meal to a mother who just had a baby or to someone who is sick, or offering to watch someone's child so they could run an errand, and while these acts are so simple the impact is great.