Saturday 29 August 2015

These hands of mine . . .

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I have a pair of hands, and although they are something I have taken very much for granted in my life, they have served me well. They are starting to look a bit older now. I can’t really put my finger on it but, they just don’t seem to look as youthful as they used to. The skin seems somehow less taut and perhaps they are a bit more wrinkled looking. No age spots yet . . . I am dreading those, for I know they can‘t be too far in coming. They have been a great help to me in my life, and seen me through many times, both good and bad.

I’ve used these precious tools to reach out and grab hold of life. As an infant, these hands helped me to reach out beyond the sphere of my existence and to explore and learn about the world around me. My fingers were one of the first things I learned to put in my mouth, followed by my hand. As I got a bit older my hands were what helped to prevent me from getting really hurt when I was learning to walk and would fall upon the floor. They were important tools in helping me to learn how to feed myself and become independent. With them, I learned to tug on my clothes, and do up my buttons and tie my shoes for the very first time.

As a very small child my mother taught me how to put my hands together, bow my head and pray, so they have been instrumental in helping me to commune with my Lord, and even now when I listen to a very spiritual piece of music that touches my heart I like to raise them in the air and somehow feel as if I am able to touch the hem of His garment. They have helped me throughout my life to feel closer to my God.

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With a pencil or a crayon or a needle and thread I have learned to create and make tangible the songs of my heart and the inspirations of my soul. My nimble fingers have produced many a thing of beauty, be it a story to tell my children, or a cake or a meal to celebrate a special day or occasion.
I’ve used these hands to stroke the cheek of my lover’s face and to hold him close to me. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I loved and was loved. As I got older they helped me to comfort and hold my newborn child, and then to teach and guide my toddlers and then teens, however clumsy and inept they might have seemed at the time. These hands have been tender and firm, strong and sometimes weak.

These hands have written letters to family, neighbours and friends, stories for my children, and now my grandchildren.With these hands I write to you each morning and share with you the secret ponderings of my mind and my heart. I've used these hands to wave goodbye a thousand times, never knowing if I would ever again see the person I was waving too. I have held them up in joyous greeting after long separations and in grand reunions.

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My hands have held lovers and children and now grandchildren. They’ve wiped the tears from a child’s tender face and heart. They’ve consoled family and neighbours and friends. They’ve shaken with anger and fear and covered my face in sorrow and despair.

These hands have been dirty, and cut, scraped and swollen, tender and sore, yet still they serve me.

God willing . . .  they have a goodly number of years left in them yet. They still have many miles to go and many trails to follow, many experiences and trials still to help and guide me though. They were with me in the beginning helping to lead the way and they will be with me at the end . . .  helping to lead the way. They are the mark of where I have been,  and the signpost of where I am going . . .  and they will be what I reach out and touch the hands of the Saviour with when he finally leads me home . . .

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There was supposed to be a Baptism this morning, but it's been cancelled.   There is another street display in Chester and we will be going into the city to do that.   I enjoy the street displays.  I hope it doesn't rain!

A thought to carry with you through today . . .

Father, I am well aware
I can't make it on my own,
So take my hand and hold it tight,
For I cannot walk alone.
~Helen Steiner Rice

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Cooking in The English Kitchen today  . . .  Easy Peach Cobbler.

 Have a fabulous Saturday no matter where you go or what you do.  Don't forget!

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And I do too!!


  1. Lovely Marie. My hands have age spots and I have tried to avoid the sun.

    Happy and blessed Saturday.

  2. I do try very hard to avoid the sun also Suzan. I know it is a lot harder than you because of where you live! Todd is always joking that your weather men must have boring jobs as it would be hard to have to say every night, "And the weather for tomorrow will be sunny and hot!" I know, corny or what! xxoo

  3. Lovely post about hands. It's true that they do so many different things. We are blessed to have two of them. Hope your Saturday is a super one !

  4. You write so well!

    You never know the true value of your hands until they do not work as in anything..

    Don't worry about the age spots Marie..
    They are nothing in the big picture..
    Have a great day!

  5. Thank you Pam! You are so kind. Xoxo

    You aren't wrong Monique! You have a great weekend too! Xoxo

  6. I never paid attention to my hands, I was too worried about my mind, body and heart!

    Your thoughts are beautiful Marie I guess just like your heart...I will think of you when I'm using my now!

    Have a good weekend, beautiful lady!

  7. Thanks unknown! That's very kind of you! Xoxo

  8. This was just so lovely! Your sweet hands have served you well. You are such a talented and beautiful woman. I love that you share just a few of your talents with us that follow your blog. Your art is spectacular, your recipes divine, Your writings delightful, the creative crafts that you make and the lovely crocheting you do. What a blessings you are to many and to me. I love your blog and thank you for the days that your writing touches my heart.
    Blessings, love and hugs for you dear Marie.

  9. Thank you so much LeAnn! That is why I do it. I always hope that I am able to touch someone's heart with what I write. I just like to share. You are a blessing to me too! Love and hugs right back. xoxo

  10. Just realised that the comment I wrote yesterday did not ...go ! here I am again. However do you find all these love
    Y words Marie, oh how I wish I was as talented as you...even half as talented would do. You so very often write exactly what I would write if I was as articulate as you. My hands are very similar to yours but I'm afraid the age spots are there..lots of them and wrinkles....yes....even my hands are wrinkly to see today's edition, although Mary will be over before I get my comment written !!


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