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Subject: Grandpa's hands
> Grandpa's Hands
> This is good; I'll never look at my hands the same!
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> 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.
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> 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.
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> "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.
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> "Have you ever looked at your hands," he asked. "I mean really looked at
> your hands?"
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> 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. Grand pa smiled
> and related this story:
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>
> "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.
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> As a child my Mother taught me to fold them in prayer.
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> They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots.
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> They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent.
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> They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son.
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> 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.
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> They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the
> rest of my body.
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> They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw.
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> 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.
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> These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of my life.
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> But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and
> take when he leads me home.
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> And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these
> hands to touch the face of Christ."
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> 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.
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> 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.
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> Passing this on to one not considered a friend is something Christ would
> do=============
