Ecclesiastes 9:10
Whatever your hand finds to do,
do it with all your might.
Going to my Mamaw's this week has brought back such sweet memories of her. I also read something yesterday that reminded me that somebody is ALWAYS watching and although I make so many mistakes and have many "issues", I really want my life to serve as a witness for my precious Lord and Savior.
I found this post from February 24, 2014 and wanted to share it again with y'all.
This is a picture Jess took of my Mamaw's hands.
She used to lay on the couch and sleep with her hands on her chest. She passed away in 2011, just a few months shy of her 100th birthday. Oh, how I loved that woman and still miss her so much....
but I truly BELIEVE I'll get to see her again one day!
her hands had known
and touched and felt
the best and the worst
that life had to offer
they'd held a newborn
they'd kneaded bread
they'd mended sweaters
they'd caressed her man
felt a rose petal
petted a cat
soothed a boo boo
prayed to God
her hands had seen
their share of toil
and despair
triumph and joy
sorrow and love
her hands had
served God
~~~"Her Hands" by Michael Traveler~~~
Breathing in Grace,
Deb
Breathing in Grace,
Deb
Thank you so much! A touching photo, touching words!
ReplyDeleteOh how I understand what your saying. Beautiful my, friend....thank you for keeping up the sunflowers, they sure make me smile. Have a lovely Saturday.
ReplyDeleteSuch a sweet post. My mother's hands look her your Mawmaw's. They are so soft and fragile. Have a wonderful weekend.
ReplyDeleteMy mother passed away 3 weeks ago and I had the honor of holding her hand for several hours, while she passed. I love this post. <3
ReplyDeleteThanks to all of you for taking the time to leave me a comment. Little Penpen, I'm so sorry for your loss. I just can't imagine the grief you're feeling. Prayers for you.
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