Oh, it is Friday again (or in my case, another Saturday) and I really love these days of writing for five whole minutes. This is where we link up over at Lisa Jo's and share whatever we want to without worrying about whether it is just right or not. Today the prompt is on -
For the past few weeks, I was able to hold my sweet new grandson in my arms. I was able to clasp those tiny hands in my own well worn larger ones. What an amazing blessing, to watch those we love bear children of their own. To find the faces that look like ours so many years ago. When I was a young mother, I used to think that the time would never pass quickly enough. There were so many hands that needed my attention and my time. So many things that my own hands had to do. So much work and so little rest.
I never realized how quickly time really passes. Sometimes now it seems to roll by like a noisy train wings. My own children have grown, (most of them) and they are having families of their own. It is so wonderful to hold onto these little hands that are a part of me as well. Oh, so quickly those hands go from holding me to pushing me away and finally into letting me go.
I wanted those days to last forever.
And so, today, I cherish the moments of little hands. I am willing to take a moment and breathe the smell of baby in and out. I want to have hands of my own that are examples. Hands that are tender and loving. Hands that are at peace. Hands that bring comfort. Hands to serve. Hands to lift. I want to be more than I have ever been. I want to be like Him.
I want to have Hands like my Savior. Because I know that we are each His. His hands were alway gentle and kind. His hands succored the sick and lifted the dying. His hands fed the multitude and dried the tears. His hands are what I want mine to be.
She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy.
Now it is your turn. What can you write in your own five minutes? Don't forget to join the rest of us over at Lisa Jo's!