[guide.chat] grandpa's hands
- From: "harold kitching" <harold.kitching01@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: "guide chat" <guide.chat@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Fri, 29 Mar 2013 11:59:02 -0000
:Fwd: Grandpa's Hands
Grandpa, some 90 years plus 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 son.
. Decorated with my wedding band 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 hands and led him home.
When my hands are hurt or sore I think of Grandpa. 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.
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 considered a friend is something Christ would have
done.
email sent in by Rose my Somerset Sight visitor ,many thanks Rose for this
story and others ...
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