In church a couple of weeks ago I was sitting close to Mom and for some reason I noticed her hands and I began thinking about just what those precious hands have accomplished in my life and in the life of our family...
...How many babies have they held? How many grandbabies? How many tears have those hands dried and how many diapers have they changed? I wonder just how many meals they've prepared and how many loads of clothes they've washed and ironed? Who could count the times they've cuddled and caressed a broken heart or a fevered brow with just a touch that said everything's going to be okay? How many times were they folded in prayer at the side of her bed in earnest petition for God to keep us in His tender care and make us grow up to be young men who would honor Him with their lives and their families?
As I looked at those hands I wondered just how many times they placed that last piece of pie on one of our plates when I noticed she hadn't had one yet? I’ll probably never know why hands so tender and so lovingly kind would so selflessly fondle and caress a new puppy or kitten in the middle of the night when everyone else was too tired to care. I wonder, oh I wonder how many selfless acts I never had the privilege of witnessing were accomplished with those loving but now somewhat wrinkled and tired and yet still the most beautiful hands I've ever seen!
There's only one way to describe someone, who so much like God Himself in so selfless and tireless devotion, puts her children and her family before her own life and necessities...She's called Mother and I'm so happy to call her mine...I love you Mom...
