Isaiah 6:8

8 Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?”And I said, “Here am I. Send me!”

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

These Hands

I have told you all before that I have a thing about hands.  Hands have real character and you can tell alot about the caliber of a person by his/her hands.  Both of my parents have expressive hands and I have always loved the feel of holding their hands in my own.  My aunt Laverne(who has soft and comforting hands) sent me an email yesterday about hands and after reading it  I'll never look at my hands the same!
"Grandpa, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. He didn't move, just sat with his head down staring at his hands. When I sat down beside him he didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if he was OK. Finally, not really wanting to disturb him but wanting to check on him at the same time, I asked him if he was OK. He raised his head and looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking," he said in a clear strong voice. "I didn't mean to disturb you, Grandpa, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I explained to him."Have you ever looked at your hands," he 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 he was making.. Grandpa 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 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 have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn [child].  Decorated with my wedding band (when my father wore one....before he nearly lost his hand in an accident involving the ring)  they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special.  They trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse and walked my daughter down the aisle. 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 Grandpa's [Daddy's] hands and led him home. When my hands are hurt or sore I think of Grandpa [Daddy]. I know he 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"
My hands look more and more like my parents hands and it makes me smile inside.  Even when they are not here with me for me to hold and caress their hands....I can look at my own and remember....remember that I too have hands that have done these things.


Thena said...

Lovely post. That reminds me I want a pic of our 4 generations pic of hands. My Mom, myself, Megan(my daughter), and Emily (my grandaughter). I think it would be really neat to have.

sara said...

oh I loved this post. As I am missing my dear Aunt today and looking over pictures of her, one of my favorites is of her hands that I took right before she died.

This was beautiful!!!

Sweet Tea said...

I have my Mom's hands. I.Love.That.
Not because they're oh-so-beautiful, but because when I see them I see my Mom.

Xazmin said...

Beautiful Karen. I loved it.