These fingers have been with me for almost 64 years. They have written poems and songs and news stories and novels by the thousands.
They have strummed guitars and hammered nails, and stroked hair and plucked ticks out of dogs’ necks.
These fingers have been my conduit to a better place.
One day, of course, they will let me down and fail to accomplish the many tasks I require of them. That makes these fingers no less miraculous, and I am in wonder of them.
Consider what your fingers will do for you today, and be awed.