By: Gabriela Yareliz
I was sitting in court when a court staff member sat beside me. He asked me how my weekend had gone, and told me that now that I am young, I should make sure each weekend is the best weekend I ever had. I smiled politely, taking a break from my New Yorker reading, which was my entertainment as I waited to be called.
He then said, “Open your hand, and look at your palm.”
I did and gave him a skeptical glance. If this guy was expecting me to read my own palm, I was not having it.
“What do you see?” he asked.
I stared blankly into the flushed palm of my hand that had some ink stains on the side.
“Nothing,” I said, choosing to ignore the ink smudges.
“Look again.”
I did.
“You don’t see it, but the rest of us do. You have the world in your hands. Seize it. Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t.”
I smiled. The world. In my hand.
Open your hand. What do you see?
GABRIELA YARELIZ 
If only we knew ata certain age the certainty of that statement:). I think this was God’s way of speaking to you–just through a different mouthpiece!
I agree. It was a surreal moment! 💜 God speaks to us in the most interesting ways!
what do you see? it’s a very interesting question!
have a nice day 🙂
Thank you! Be blessed!