Saturday, May 3, 2008

Grandma's Hands~


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 voice strong. "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 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 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 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 think of 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.


-- Author Unknown


I thought this was so special. My grandma was like a Mom to me. She passed away in 2001 and I miss her so much. Enjoy those Grandma's . I hope everyone is enjoying their weekend. We've been doing a little yard work. We went to Spring Fling this evening and it felt so good outside. It was a perfect day for an outdoor event. It was mostly craft vendors and food of course. My husband loves the funnel cakes. Music and games and rides for the kiddos we enjoyed our time together. Have a Blessed day.


4 comments:

Shelly said...

I love that Grandma's hands. It is interesting to look at our lives in a way that our hands have done things. I don't have any Grandma's anymore. But, all the old people I take care of. I have often looked at their hands. It is amazing to think of what they have done in their lives.

Glad you are able to get out into the yard and do some things. That funnel cake sounds delicious. Can you send some through on your blog to me? LOL

Thanks for the post!

Mississippi Songbird said...

So glad you had fun at Spring Fling.. I LOVE funnel cakes too..
Have a great week..

Sharon said...

I've seen one like this except about a mother's hands. I love it!

I have to agree with your husband, I love the funnel cakes too! :)

Love and Hugs,
Sharon

Nonna said...

I miss my grandma, she was my hero. She has been gone over 25 years now and there isnt a day goes by that I dont think about her.

I havent had a funnel cake in a long time! Sure sounds good!!