Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Hands

Today on the "Family Friendly Morning Show" we read a beautiful piece from Laura. Thank you, Laura for sharing something so personal and blessing us with your story. Please keep Laura and her family in your prayers today.


Hi Brooke,
I listen to your show every morning on my way to work. I wanted to share this with you. I just lost my mother on Thursday. She was a very Godly woman. She served the Lord her whole life. She taught Sunday School for almost 60 years. Someone had sent this story to me a while ago and I took a photo of my mothers hands on Christmas Day and put it with this story. I don't know if you have ever read this or not but it is a blessing to me. My mothers hands were always folded in prayer. She never met a stranger and she never failed to tell anyone of God's love. She has been reunited with my father, brother, her mother and host of other friends and family but most of all with Jesus.

Sincerely
Laura Hinton
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Grandma's Hands
Grandma, 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 strong voice. I didn't mean to disturb you, Grandma, 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.
Grandma 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, shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all of 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 dried the tears of my children and caressed the love of my life. They wiped my tears when my husband went off to war. They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold our newborn daughter.
Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special. They wrote the letters home and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse. They have held children, consoled neighbors, 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 my 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 Christ.
I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandma'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 thank grandma. 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.

3 comments :

Darlene said...

Bless you and your family Laura. I pray over my Mom more and more as I watch her little hands crossed in her lap as she naps more and more. She is almost 93 and I thank God everyday for the time He has given me as her caregiver over these past 5 years AND for all the many years I watched her care for every person that crossed her path. She truly has been a wonderful example of Christ's love just like your Mom. Thank you for sharing. You will be on my heart and in my prayers.

Mindy said...

Sis. Green truly was that model Christian. She was always in church, unless she could not medically attend. Even then, you always knew she wanted to be there. Laura, you stated it right, I don't think she ever did meet a stranger. She was always there with a handshake and a smile. Although we will miss her tremendously on this earth, we can rejoice knowing that all of her work for the Lord is finally being rewarded. Without a doubt, I know Sis Green hear those words we all so long to... Well done thy good and faithful servant! We will see you again Sis Green, and until then I am sure you will be as happy as you have ever been, rejoicing with our Lord and Savior, the One you have so graciously and faithfully served all those years. Love and prayers to the Green family.

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