Thursday, June 5, 2014

5 Minute Friday: Hands

Five Minute Friday

Prompt of the week is: Hands


Tiny hands. I remember them all dimpled and fat. Now they are long and lean and limber, wielding a pencil mightily and starting to put thoughts to page. Those hands that so often reach up for mine, or grab hold of some part of me and reach straight to the heart.  The little hands with the sharp fingernails because she won't let me cut them unless she is asleep. The hands that still sometimes absent-mindedly stroke the belly that used to hold their sister, until the brain realizes what they are doing, and she looks sheepishly up at her teary-eyed Mommy.

Those same hands that tonight were angry hands. Hands that were used to lash out against Mommy who was being mean and making her go to bed early because she was EXHAUSTED.

Big hands. Larger-than-life hands. Hands that hold life, the universe, and everything. Why do I so often fight those hands instead of resting in their peace?

The same reason those little hands lashed out instead of resting on her pillow. They want control. They want to be the author of their own fate. They want what they want, and not what He gives that they need.

Help me, Lord, to accept your hand.



  1. And this is such a sweet, poignant snapshot of your life. And her life. And the life that you have together. It's beautiful and honest and true. What a good reminder to relax into His hands. Thank you.

  2. Oh, sister! My heart is breaking a bit as I visit it you here. Praying for our great God to hold you close in his hands!

  3. Hi visiting from FmF. So sorry for your loss. I lost my daughter when she was fifteen. That's eight years ago. I still remember that last hug. She had small strong hands. For holding the reigns of the huge horses she rode. Your story is powerful.

    1. Thank you. I'm always sad to meet other mothers who have had to say good-bye too soon to their children. Your daughter was beautiful, and I love your perspective of making the most of this life we have been given.

  4. What a powerful story your words tell. Beautiful, and heartbreaking, and yet uplifting. June Bug and Mikayla are blessed to call you their Mom. While mourning the earthly loss of Mikayla you are painting a very clear picture of how much God loves us for June Bug. Praying for blessings, and comfort, and joy for you and your family. Thank you so very much for sharing.

  5. What a powerful story and reminder to us all.


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