Grandma's Hands

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I wanted to share this with everyone because it is so beautiful. This came from Joanne F.

Sending love and hope to all...Lea

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Grandma's hands

JUST LOOK AT THE PICTURE A GOOD WHILE, AND THEN READ THE REST. IT WILL TOUCH YOU. I was privileged to take a photo of "Five Generations of Women" shortly before my 93 year-old Grandmother passed away last year. The photo, shown above, features the hands of my Grandmother, Mom, Sister, Niece and Great-Niece. While I can't take credit for the idea, I was so happy to have had the suggestion and capture this moment. 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 some one 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

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 Christ would do.

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Lea,Beautiful . . . butThe picture didn't come through.Would you try sending it again?Thanks,Rogene

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  JUST LOOK AT THE PICTURE A GOOD WHILE, AND THEN READ THE  REST.  IT WILL TOUCH YOU. 

   

    

 

GRANDMA'S  HANDS A must read thru to the end  please!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

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 God.' 

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. 

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. 

 

May the Lord bless you and keep you. May God be with you today.(He may be the only one with you) Have a " Great " Day

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