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                                                                 WHOSE HANDS?

A tennis racket is useless in my hands. A tennis racket in Serena Williams hands is worth Millions. It all depends on whose hand it is.

A rod in my hands will keep an angry dog away. A rod in Moses hand parted the mighty Red Sea. It all depends on whose hand it is.

A sling shot in my hands is a toy, A slingshot in David's hand was a mighty weapon. It all depends on whose hand it is.

Two fishes and 5 loaves of bread in my hand is just enough for breakfast in my house. Two fishes and 5 loaves of bread in Jesus' hands fed thousands. It all depends on whose hand it is.

Nails in my hands might just cause a temporary injury. Nails in Jesus Christ's hands produced salvation for the entire world. It all depends on whose hand it is.

As you see now, it's all depend on whose hand it is, so put your concerns, worries, fears, hopes, dreams, families and your relationships in God's hands because It all depends on whose hand it is.

Shoot only what pertains to your hands, mind and passion to be shot. Let the target always succeed the regards of the bullet.  

This message is now in your hands.... What will you do with it? It all depends on whose hand it is.

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