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These Hands

I painted my nails for the first time in several months.

My hands

As I looked at my hands, wrinkles and all, I was reminded of my maternal grandmother, Grandma Fannie.

Grandma’s hands

She always had the most lovely nails. When I was a little girl, I use to spend the night with her. We would watch Lawerence Welk while eating popcorn, then paint our nails. She spent several years in a nursing home, and when I arrived she did not remember me, but she knew I could paint her fingernails. And that is what we always did.

My lovely Grandma

These hands remind me of the love my grandmother had for me, and the love I have for my granddaughter.

These hands remind me of the first time I held Norah.

These hands remind of life…the good, the bad and the ugly.

These hands have wrinkles and show I have lived.

These hands have been enveloped in the love of my husband’s hands and cradled my sons.

These hands have clapped at games and been thrown up in exasperation!

These hands have been cold, warm, and tense.

These hands have been burned, and hurt.

These hands have been raised in prayer and praise…to the one who loves me most.

These hands are full of love.

~Be Encouraged Today~

Tammy

The Gift “Un” Wrapping

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She always took her time. Each movement seemed carefully calculated to make the process last as long as possible. Each piece of tape was removed as if it had never been off the roll. And don’t even mention the paper!

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