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Loving Hands: “A Tribute to Moms”

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Hands of Love

Hand of Love

And he took the children in his arms, placed his hands on them and blessed them.” Mark 10:16

“Well, bless your heart,” is a Southern saying for sure, and one that has graced my ears throughout the years. After skinning my knee while chasing my brothers, I would run into the house with tears running down my cheeks, and mom would always say, “Well, bless your heart,” as she gave me a hug, followed by a trip to the medicine cabinet to get the Mercurochrome to clean my “devastating” injury before placating me with a Barbie Band-Aid. That red magic potion would burn like the devil, but she gingerly blew on my knee to help take the sting away. She would lovingly pat my little stubby hand, and I truly believe her touch did the healing. Mom’s youthful hands gradually became spotted with age and eventually disfigured with arthritis as the years went by, but the love she gave with her priceless touch never diminished.

It wasn’t until I slowed down long enough to examine my new blue nail polish that it came to me, “I’ve got my mother’s hands!” The vivid memories came flooding in, and I thought to myself, “This is one sign of maturity that I truly don’t mind.” I realize the appearance of my hands is not a flaw at all — it’s a gift!

When I look at my hands, not only do I see Mom’s hands, her smile travels across my mind. I hear her exuberant claps as she proudly applauds following my lack-luster recitals. I see her holding her trembling hands high up in the air, wearing her crooked cowboy hat, as she played banker and handed over all of the bank’s money to her grandsons, wearing their bandana masks, before they rode away on their stick horses. I see her sitting in her chair, lovingly stitching with her hands each square of material, as she made the many quilts we have cuddled in throughout the generations. Even today, I can still feel the warmth of her hands leaving her body as I held on to them tightly, selfishly not wanting to let her walk away into the arms of Jesus. I was truly blessed by her hands, her touch, and her love.

Now I get to share the blessings of mom’s hands with my grandchildren. Taking walks holding on to their soft little hands, folding my hands into “prayer hands” as a little one says the family prayer, and even taking a squirmy fish off of a hook is the best way I know to pass on the love. At the end of the day I get my reward when bath time comes, and I get splashed with bubbles from little ones as they play with trucks, sheep, cows, and whatever else may find its way into the tub. Being baptized and blessed by a grandchild’s love is the very best.

Jesus took the little children in His arms and touched them and blessed them. Little children, mature adults and even those pesky teenagers need a loving touch. The joy of a mother is taking our children into our arms, reaching out when they need a hand to hold, or clapping to encourage even the worst performance. That is our joy. If you’re not with your mother today, remember her touch, breathe in those treasured memories that will make your heart sing and feel the many blessings that Jesus gives each of us. If you are with your mother, walk over to her and just sit closely and hold her hand. Blessing her with your touch is the best gift of all as you celebrate her day.

Pray with Me:

Dear Father of Loving Hands,

You reach out to us and hold us so many times as we walk our days. Thank you for giving us the women in our lives who molded us by their touch.

Reaching out to You

Points to Ponder:

Mothers come in all shapes and sizes and come and go in our lives, and I was blessed to have three wonderful mothers whose hands touched my heart and soul. My mom, Lanore Austin, who gave me life, my precious mother-in-law, Mary Frances Moses, whose hands taught me how to needlepoint and make a great chocolate pie, and my other mother, Billie Johnson, who came into my life in the form of a friend, and created joy wherever she went.

  1. Who are the mothers in your life?
  2. If you can’t name one, is there someone in your life who needs a child?
  3. What’s your favorite memory of your mom? Share it with someone and continue her story.

Holy Week ~ Tuesday

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“My people have forsaken me, the fountain of living water.”  Jeremiah 2:13Holy Week

Jesus invites us to be refreshed by the water that springs up within us.  As we drink deeply of the Spirit of Christ, we flourish in love and service.  In the innermost place of the soul we enter the most deeply intimate communion with God.  “Bread of heaven feed me ‘till I want no more fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole.” Kneel in your quiet space and open your heart to be filled with Him.

Pray with Me:

Dear Precious Son,

How could they have doubted You, much less mock Your goodness and spit on your damaged body?  It is because of You that the innermost sanctuary of our souls can  be refreshed by your living water that springs up within us. It is because of You that we can experience that sacred communion of body, mind, and Spirit with our very own Living Water. We will not forsake You.

Unwrap Me Please!

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“Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, 2through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand.And we boast in the hope of the glory of

God's Gift

God.” Romans 5:1-2

Gifts come to us in different sizes and shapes. When one comes my way I hold the mysterious box up to my ear and shake it in hopes that a super clue might be revealed. To verify my suspicion I tear into the box ripping the paper to shreds in excitement to find my surprise.  On rare occasions I remove the paper carefully to conserve a particularly lovely piece of wrapping paper.

The people of Jerusalem were given the best gift of all, as Jesus rode into their village on a donkey. Surrounding Him was a throng of people waving palm branches and shouting, Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord.” The villagers’ special gift, the Son of God, had ridden into their lives. Before these unsuspecting people was an unopened present containing the amazing gifts of God’s grace embodied in Christ our Savior. They couldn’t shake their gift as I do in hopes of guessing its contents. These men and women during this Holy of all Holy weeks had to wait until their hearts were awakened to our Savior’s love.

Upon rising everyday we can precariously open God’s precious gift of His Son and make a mess, or we can open it with loving care and save the cherished remnants of the gift-wrap to share with others. It was God’s grace that guided Jesus His last week on earth, and it is what guides us each day. As you gaze at His torn body on the cross this Holy weekend, remember these gifts of grace, and when you awake on Easter morn gingerly unwrap your box and shout aloud for all to hear, “Christ has died, Christ has risen, Christ has risen indeed”. Quit shaking those boxes, walk into Jesus’ risen world and unwrap His gift.

 

Points to Ponder:

1. What is your favorite gift? Where did you get it?

2. What guides you as you walk throughout your days?

3. How would you greet Jesus if He rode into your town?

 

Pray with Me:

Dear Giver of Grace,

As I rise this Easter morning, help me to open Your gift of grace and shout to all that You have risen, risen indeed!

Shouting from the rooftops