My hands are starting to reveal my age. I can still picture my mother’s hands and I adore my daughter’s hands, beautiful. Their hands and mine have changed countless diapers, cooked countless meals, and wiped up countless spills. They are hands that have cuddled… Continue Reading “Open Hands”
My childhood was a bit eclectic when it came to speech. From deep south ‘Well I declares’ to out west trend setting phrases. I’m finding words are not wasted in the Bible. Each purposeful, each calling attention. Many times in the book of John… Continue Reading “I Declare…”
Sometimes we just need to squeeze a hand that loves us. During labor I watched as my daughter fiercely squeezed her husband’s hand. When I got close to her face once she grasped my hand with all her might as well. And when her… Continue Reading “Hold My Hand…”
Do-it-yourselfer? Got it handled? Not so much… Accepting help isn’t always easy for me. Somehow it makes me feel ‘less than’. That I’m not smart enough, strong enough, good enough. And so it is with too many of us when it comes to seeking… Continue Reading “A Little Help Here…”
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