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Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Hands




MAMA'S HANDS

Mama, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench.
She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands.

When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK.

Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled.
"Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking," she said in a clear voice strong.

"I didn't mean to disturb you, Mama, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I explained to her.

"Have you ever looked at your hands," she asked.
"I mean really looked at your hands?"

I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.

Mama smiled and related this story:

"Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years...
These hands, though wrinkled shrivelled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life.

"They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor.

They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back.
As a child, my mother taught me to fold them in prayer.
They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots.
They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war.
"They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent!
They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son.

Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special

They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse.

"They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbours, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand.

They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.

"These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life.

But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home.

And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of GOD I will never look at my hands the same again.

But I remember, God reached out and took my Mama's hands and led her home.

When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of Mama.
I know she has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God.

I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face.

When you receive this, say a prayer for the person who sent it to you, and watch God's answer to prayer work in your life.

Let's continue praying for one another.

Passing this on to anyone you consider a friend will Bless you both...

Passing this on to one not yet considered a friend, is something GOD WOULD DO
~Author Unknown


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6 Comments:

At 8:18 AM, Blogger Laurie said...

This was wonderful, thank you for sharing.
Love and hugs))

 
At 9:37 AM, Blogger Jeanne said...

Love and hugs

 
At 3:06 PM, Blogger Miss Eve said...

Such a beautiful post! I have to stop for a moment and be grateful for my hands :-)

Happy New Year dear Jeanne!

 
At 3:23 PM, Blogger Jeanne said...

Happy New Year
God's most richest blessings
Love to you all

Blessingsā™„

 
At 8:02 PM, Blogger Draffin Bears said...

Hi Jeanne,

This is such a lovely post.

Happy New Year to you and your family
and many blessings.

Hugs
Carolyn

 
At 1:14 AM, Blogger Jeanne said...

Many blessings

 

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