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  • Grandma's Hands

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    9 posts, 6 voices, 688 views, started Jun 18, 2010

    Posted on Friday, June 18, 2010 by Denise Richardson




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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 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

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          Veggie wrote Jun 18, 2010
        • Goosebumps & brought tears to my eyes heartheart



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          Linni wrote Jun 18, 2010
        • WOW! beautiful! my Grandmother will be 92 in October! it was really hard when momma was dying to see Grandma sitting by her bedside with tears in her eyes and holding her hand..heart



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          Kyah wrote Jun 18, 2010
        • What a beautiful way to look at hands. Reminds me of Bill Wither’s song “Grandma’s Hands.”

           Grandma's hands
          Clapped in church on Sunday morning
          Grandma's hands
          Played a tambourine so well
          Grandma's hands
          Used to issue out a warning
          She'd say, "Billy don't you run so fast
          Might fall on a piece of glass
          "Might be snakes there in that grass"
          Grandma's hands

          Grandma's hands
          Soothed a local unwed mother
          Grandma's hands
          Used to ache sometimes and swell
          Grandma's hands
          Used to lift her face and tell her, she'd say,
          "Baby, Grandma understands
          That you really love that man
          Put yourself in Jesus hands"
          Grandma's hands

          Grandma's hands
          Used to hand me piece of candy
          Grandma's hands
          Picked me up each time I fell
          Grandma's hands
          Boy, they really came in handy
          She'd say, "Matty don' you whip that boy
          What you want to spank him for?
          He didn' drop no apple core"
          But I don't have Grandma anymore

          If I get to Heaven I'll look for
          Grandma's hands



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          Cynthia Schmidt wrote Jun 18, 2010
        • Beautiful and very touching story, Neicy.



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          Linni wrote Jun 18, 2010
        • love the song!heart



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          Cynthia Schmidt wrote Jun 18, 2010
        • I keep thinking now of my little granddaughter. Her grandmother dropped her off after school yesterday and her mother seemed not to be too interested in her as usual. We fed her dinner, Joe played “eye spy with my little eye” with her in the back patio and I ran a bath for her. She played in the tub for nearly half an hour until her mother yanked her out of there, loaded her in the car and took her with her so she could have a “talk” with her mom. She’s probably out of money again. It’s clear that this child is to be raised by a combination of grandparents - her mom isn’t up for the task.



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          Denise Richardson wrote Jun 18, 2010
        • Thanks ladies and all I can add to this is.... there is nothing like a grand mother for those who are be there for your grand children because so many of our parents today seem to not have much patience or time for their own children and this is where we come into play to pick up the slack for them they need to be loved directed and nurtured in the right way and most grandma’s know just how to do that! For those who are still waiting for the task of being a grandma, just wait in my opinion it is one of lifes best things that you can do and be.hearthappy



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          Linni wrote Jun 19, 2010
        • i sooooo agree neicy!

          heartheart



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