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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 am fine, thank you for asking," she said in a clear strong voice.

"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 me. "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 new born 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 cleanse 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 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 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 read 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.

--Author Unknown

Our hands were made by God to work, play, hold, wash, and help others etc. And to fold in prayer to our God in heaven. And lift up to praise His holy name. His all providing hands reach out to us, and we in turn reach out to Him. And takes us by faith to where He leads us!



by Hector

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Sorry to bother you, and I know I'm not paying you and if you don't feel like responding I understand, but I'm coming to you for friendly biblical advice. My husband 3 nieces and nephews have been staying with us since July 1st . My husband is the only one working right now and we depend on others to help us pay some of our bills. So its hard taking care of them because that's extra food plus the only had the clothes on their back and we could only afford to get them one more outfit. They have behavioral problems. Their mom and other sister came to stay with us a while not once did my sister in law speak to me any while she was here like I did something to her. They went threw my cabinets and fridge and took whatever they want without asking. My husband is gone 12hours 5days a week so I'm left with watching the kids by myself. I dont mind helping but its a real strain. Their mom got kicked out their place because her and the kids trashed the place and got her section 8 taken. The state won't give us any help to take care of them. I feel like I'm being taking advantage of and I don't won't to get into any more financial ruins plus my husband and I are still working on our marriage and having 3 extra kids here aren't helping. But I don't know what to do. Any advice would be appreciated.

Eagerly Learning | on Jul 23, 2011

I really don't know what to say. This is a very hard situation! And Your still trying to work things out with your husband. All I can do for you is continue to pray for you. And encourage you to continue to pray to our God. Ask again for wisdom and understanding, maybe seek food stamps for them.

There are many trials on my plate right now, but I give them to Christ and ask for strength to endure! It's hard I know, I am on 2 different prayer apps and there are. Alot of situations that seem to hard to bear! I ask God why, and why are they prolonged? No matter what you read about faith and trusting in God, what ever the source, comes down to not doubting His promises!

But we must persevere through it! And He is riding in our storm with us! His lessons are hard, but worth it because He seed the whole picture. My pain is good, and whatever He allows in my life is for my good, and in time I will be stronger and out of the storm!

Hector | on Jul 24, 2011

Thank you, my husband actually took the kids to their mom yesterday. We did try to get stamps for them but need to have custody of them and We went to a food pantry and they said in order to get food for everyone we need to have their medical cards or birth certificates and we or their mother don't have either. But when it comes down to it I think my sister inlaw was takings advantage of me and My kindness.
My husband and I had a big argument last night and a small fight due to me telling him I wanted a divorce and him to me acting like he don't care. It's a long story but I think it got worst because instead of me obeying what God has told me I still keep trying to fix things my way and last night I realize how devastated our children would be because my daughter cried her heart out asking will daddy ever come back home, because he left. I just don't know I'm very confused about my life right now. My self esteem is gone and my life is a mess. Please pray for me, my husband, and children and I will continue to pray for yours. Thanks for your time

Eagerly Learning | on Jul 24, 2011



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