HANDS.......

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  1. GKMoz

    GKMoz Gary / Moz

    "Hands...
    An old man, probably some ninety-plus years, sat feebly on the park 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, sir, 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.
    Then he 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 dried the tears of my children and caressed the love of my life. They held my rifle and wiped my tears when I 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 the letters home and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse and walked my daughter down the aisle. Yet, they were strong and sure when I dug my buddy out of a foxhole and lifted a plow off of my best friend's foot. They have held children, 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 really 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 He won't care about where these hands have been or what they have done. What He will care about is to whom these hands belong and how much He loves these hands. And with these hands, He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ.
    No doubt I will never look at my hands the same again. I never saw the old man again after I left the park that day but I will never forget him and the words he spoke. When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and wife I think of the man in the park. I have a feeling 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. Thank you, Father God, for hands."
     
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  2. GKMoz

    GKMoz Gary / Moz

    My Hand in God's Hand
    Each morning when I wake, I say,
    "I place my hand in God's today!"
    I know He'll walk close by my side
    my every wandering step to guide.
    He leads me with the tenderest care
    when paths are dark and I despair,
    no need for me to understand
    if I but hold fast to His Hand.
    My hand in His! No surer way
    to walk in safety through each day.
    By His great bounty, I am fed!
    Warmed by His love, and comforted.
    When at day's end I seek my rest
    and realize how much I am blessed,
    My thanks pour out to Him, and then
    I place my hand in God's again.
     
  3. Amyhasa62

    Amyhasa62 Well-Known Member

    sharing this. I hope you don't mind
     
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