As the tiny little earthworm made it's quiet way across the hot sidewalk, it couldn't know that the small running two year old would stop and watch with curious eyes. As I picked up the wiggling worm and held it in my hand, the toddler watched with curiosity and amazement. No, he didn't want to hold it. I put it down on the sun pelted walk and his blue eyes watched with a sad expression. Not satisfied, he continued to stare at the worm. I gently picked it up and placed it in the grass. A small smile filled his face and he took my hand and we headed home for a nap.

Little hands, what will you hold?

Little hands clasped the bottle. I noticed the similarity between the tiny hands of my 22 month old grandson and his daddy. And then I began to wonder? What will they hold? Will they hold a Bible everyday? Will they control the big steering wheel of an 18-wheeler? Will they caress the hand of a true love and best friend someday? Will they hold the precision equipment of a surgeon or will they control the reins of horses? Will those little fingers play notes that touch the hearts of the weary? Will they support me when I am old? I think so.