Hands

It started when Joy's hands were small and his were large and mature. A touch here and a touch there, a hand here and a hand there. A life here, and a life that almost ended.

Some people say everything happens for a reason. But what could justify this? Joy decides she must share her story, her truth: Truth, Expressed, Dawn, Dusk, Incessantly Endures. That's TEDDIE! She hugs it tightly, the bear of her salvation.

In the most-high places, Joy's cry for help is heard. An invisible hand empties out the glass of misery and begins filling it with a new life. From then on, this invisible hand touches every part of her. Soon her life is about answering one question: Now my own hands, what will I do with them?

This is a story of victory against the odds, carried in the hand of love which reaches down from up high.