I looked at my hands.
Then I looked at the blacksmith's hands.
Then I looked again at my hands and thought, "I'm soft."
I met this iron-bending, horseshoe-making, anvil-hammering fellow a few days ago, on an old plantation a few miles from New Orleans. "I graduated from Horse Shoeing School in '73," he said. "Been shoeing horses ever since."
I sat and listened, marveling at his skills and listening to the tales he told of shoeing horses that "toed-in" or "toed-out" or "wore uneven."
He made customized horseshoes, pounding and shaping them with all his might.
We talked for quite a while.
I was impressed by what a man can do when he pounds with all his might.
Isaiah 44:12 - The blacksmith stands at his forge to make a tool, pounding and shaping it with all his might.