Friday, June 22, 2007

A wonderful forward that was sent to me: Thought it was worthy of sharing:o)

Grandma's Hands
Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands. When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK.
Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking," she said in a clear strong voice.
"I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I explained to her.
"Have you ever looked at your hands," she asked. "I mean really looked at your hands?" I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.
Grandma smiled and related this story: "Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life. They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor. They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war.
"They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special. They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse.
"They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors,and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand.
"They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer. These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life.
"But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ."
I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandma's hands and led her home.
When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of grandma. I know she has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God. I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His >>hands upon my face.
--Author Unknown

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Why is there air?

Come on.....take a guess!

Sunday, June 17, 2007

I'm home!!

I just got back from an incredible time at Singing Waters in Orangeville. I forgot my bible at home (opps!) I had plenty of time to walk around the trails and just listen to what the Father was saying. Here's a little something that I got while wondering the property that I wanted to share:

The winds of change have come. It is no longer enough for you to remain on the outer courts. your heart will not be satisfied if you continue to live on the outskirts of my presence.
Your soul thirsts for more of me and I your daddy, long to see you walk in continuous peace. As you choose to walk in faith with humility you will not be able to outrun my blessings. It is my heart to pour out overwhelming portions of hope, joy and love to you. This is not just for you but to pass on to those around you. I will give you the strength and the courage to be my arms extended to this world. For whatever you do to the least of these, so have you also done to me.
I love you. You are precious to me. You are my daughter, in whom I am well pleased.
Your friend,

I know that this was for me....but I had a sense that it is for some others as if this speaks to ya.....go ahead an claim it for yourself.:o)

Saturday, June 9, 2007

Time to be stretched!lol

Click on poster to make it bigger! just so ya'll know.....I am attending this. I am blessed to be able to go on the bus trip with Faytene and her team...the entire ride to Nashville is supposed to be a prayer meeting......not for sleeping, reading, or listening to music...but to cry out to God for our nation.
I have met Faytene and one of her interns Tamara when they came to minister at Desert Stream once...other than that I don't know who else is going on this trip. Very much out of my comfort zone for sure. At the same time I am very much looking forward to the trip and asking God to prepare my heart in the meantime.

Tuesday, June 5, 2007


I just got back from Parry Sound. My brother and I went to see our Grandmother and family there. It was SO good to see everyone:o)
The doctor has said that I have carpel tunnel syndrome in my right wrist badly and is sending me to a specialist to have both wrists looked at. (Since they both hurt) I have to wait until July2nd for that appointment....and then if it is indeed carpel tunnel....I will be referred on to a surgeon. In the meantime I am not allowed to lift more than five pounds at work and I am not allowed to do repetitive tasks. I am hoping that something will be found for me to do within my department at work....I really don't want to have to cross-train someplace else to be able to have the light duties. (we shall see what happens)
I am really tired right now....which is good cause I have to get up at 4:30am to be at work for I should be able to sleep well tonight!
That's all for now as my cat refuses to sit anyplace but my shoulder....which makes typing difficult.

Saturday, June 2, 2007

Bending of the thumb!

Who would have thought that one would need to bend their thumb so many times in a day. I have been repenting for my potty mouth lately. One week ago today I had to go to the hospital emerge to get a stitch in my left thumb. It doesn't hurt as much now as it did...but I just knew that I would need a stitch for it to heal properly since the cut was on the joint. (I was opening a can of cat food.....and the lid bit me) Oh yes and I also forgot how much it hurt to get a tetanus shot till
Little by little I am making my way around to every ones blog to get caught up again. This is a great way to spend a Sat. morning:o)