As a child, some of my most distinct memories are those that involved my hands. I remember learning how to sew clothes for dolls with my mother, wrap presents for my loved ones, and plant a garden with my father. I discovered my love of creating pottery and thought it was amazing that my hands were able to create something that someone else could use.  As I’ve grown older, I have come into a greater appreciation of the gift God has given us as His “handiwork” in His creation of our hands.