God, sometimes we pray with clenched fists, holding on for our own dear life or to the life of those we love.
Sometimes we pray with clenched fists, raising them in protest of the injustice we encounter.
Sometimes we pray with clenched fists, not knowing what else to do, desperate to hold on to anything.
God, may we find you within our clenched fists, hearing your invitation to turn anger to love and violence to peace, knowing that yours is the hand that is always there to hold onto ours.
God, sometimes we pray with our hands open, offering ourselves to you and the lives of love and justice that you are calling us to live.
Sometimes we pray with our hands open, open to whatever blessings might come our way.
Sometimes we pray with our hands open, blessed so that we give a blessing to others.
God, may we find you in our open hands, a posture to give and receive, ready and willing to join you as we work to reshape this world in the name of love and justice.
God, sometimes we pray with our hands on our chest, in need of the reminder that we are still alive with lungs that breathe and a heart that beats.
Sometimes we pray with our hands on our chest, taking a breath and realizing that our very being is a miracle and a gift from God.
Sometimes we pray with our hands on our chest, feeling the rhythm breath and the beating of our heart, knowing that you are as close as every breath and you invite us to be people whose lives beat with love.
God, may we find you in the beating of our heart and as close as our very breath, knowing that you are loving us and giving us life.
God, you are holding all of us and all creation – whether we weep or rejoice, laugh or lament, you are always with us. Remind us that our hands are your hands, a living and breathing God alive and at work in this world, making all things new. Amen.
Praying with Your Hands