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Five Generations of Hands

9 October 2011 2 Comments

This was sent to me via email and it truly did touch me. I am blessed to still have my grandmother alive at the young age of 97. I always remember her telling us that we need to eat right, exercise and limit alcohol use. You can’t get any better proof than a woman that has lived to be 97! The rest of the story below makes you appreciate what you have… Enjoy!

HERE’S A GOOD WAY TO LOOK AT YOUR HANDS.   (MALE OR FEMALE)   NEVER QUITE THOUGHT OF IT THIS WAY BEFORE


JUST  LOOK AT THE PICTURE A GOOD WHILE, AND THEN READ THE REST.  IT WILL TOUCH YOU.

‘Five Generations of Women’

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 God.’

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.

When you receive this, say a prayer for the person who sent it to you, and watch God’s answer to prayers 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 yet considered a friend is something God would do.  

left to right: my Mom, my grandmother Mimo, me, my daughter, and my granddaughter! So very blessed!

I want to continue to live a healthy life so that I too can be around to see my great grandchildren!

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  • Dan V. said:

    That’s some pretty amazing stuff. Thank you.

  • Jim said:

    That’s an absolutely beautiful post Karen. Everyone should hold the hands of their friends and family and cherish them while we are lucky enough to have them in our lives. That was very touching.

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