HANDS - yours and others

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   This is good. 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 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.

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Coke-in-MN Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Orange Level Access Joined: 12 Sep 2009 Location: Afton MN Points: 41824	Post Options Post Reply Quote Coke-in-MN Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Topic: HANDS - yours and others Posted: 07 Jun 2018 at 9:27am
	This is good. 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 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.
	Faith isn't a jump in the dark. It is a walk in the light. Faith is not guessing; it is knowing something. "Challenges are what make life interesting; overcoming them is what makes life meaningful."

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johnkc Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Orange Level Joined: 22 Sep 2009 Location: KCMO Points: 724	Post Options Post Reply Quote johnkc Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Posted: 07 Jun 2018 at 9:38am
	Thats Good Coke. There is a song by John Hiatt that would go with that, "Through Your Hands" Look it up, I don't know how to link it to this.
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Coke-in-MN Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Orange Level Access Joined: 12 Sep 2009 Location: Afton MN Points: 41824	Post Options Post Reply Quote Coke-in-MN Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Posted: 07 Jun 2018 at 9:59am
	Video link to song : [TUBE]286ZtWf2qaw[/TUBE]
	Faith isn't a jump in the dark. It is a walk in the light. Faith is not guessing; it is knowing something. "Challenges are what make life interesting; overcoming them is what makes life meaningful."

wfmurray Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Orange Level Joined: 13 Sep 2009 Location: Bostic NC Points: 1225	Post Options Post Reply Quote wfmurray Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Posted: 07 Jun 2018 at 10:51am
	Thanks Coke.I will soon be 80 and can relate to all those instances.I show my children my hands,marks on fingers front and back to many to count , scares !After over 36 years of maintance i am thankful i still have all my fingers.

Coke-in-MN Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Orange Level Access Joined: 12 Sep 2009 Location: Afton MN Points: 41824	Post Options Post Reply Quote Coke-in-MN Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Posted: 07 Jun 2018 at 11:04am
	Yes - hands tell much , I have a few years to reach your milestone but luckily everything still works so might be in the will of the maker to reach there also . I applied for a maintenance job one place asking for a millwright position . HR guy asked me a question about safety - I held up my hands - said in 50 years of working with them in many different positions of working with machines, shears, power tools and heavy equipment I still have all my fingers and toes and can see 20/20 from 2 good eyes so either real lucky or safety is a prominent thing with me !
	Faith isn't a jump in the dark. It is a walk in the light. Faith is not guessing; it is knowing something. "Challenges are what make life interesting; overcoming them is what makes life meaningful."