What My Palm Revealed About Love, Loss, and Legacy
There’s something almost poetic about the way our hands age — the lines deepen, curves shift, and a quiet story begins to emerge. I recently took a deeper look at my own palm through the lens of palmistry — not for answers, but for reflection.
What I saw was powerful.
💍 Two marriage lines.
One broke me open. The other built me up.
👶🏽 Three children lines. My joy, MY EVERYTHING!
Three lives I’m forever connected to — and countless more I’m destined to impact.
Your hands don’t lie.
They tell your story even when your voice is quiet.
They say our hands hold our destiny, but what I realized is — they also hold our testimony. I’ve lived, loved, lost, and led. My hands remember it all.
What do your hands remember about you?
