Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 10:33 pm Post subject: Grandpa
Grandpa, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. He didn't move, just sat with his head down staring at his hands. When I sat down beside him he didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if he was OK. Finally, not really wanting to disturb him but wanting to check on him at the same time, I asked him if he was OK.
He raised his head and looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking", he said in a clear strong voice.
I didn't mean to disturb you, grandpa, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK I explained to him.
"Have you ever looked at your hands he 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 he was making.
Grandpa 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 rifle and wiped my
tears when I 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 the letters home and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse and walked my daughter down the aisle. Yet, they were strong and sure when I dug my buddy out of a foxhole and lifted a plow off of my best friends foot. They have held children, 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 my 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 grandpa's hands and led him home. When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and wife I think of grandpa. I know he 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.
Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 8:24 pm Post subject: A Boy Needs A Grandpa
A Boy Needs A Grandpa
A boy needs a Grandpa ...For man-to-man talks.
To go hand in hand on companionable walks,
To fix up his toys when they no longer go,
To tell him the things little boys want to know.
A boy needs a Grandpa... to show him the way
To handle a puppy, to teach him fair play.
To impart bits of wisdom he's learned through the years.
That it's no disgrace for a man to shed tears.
A boy needs a Grandpa... to sit on his lap
And if no one is looking, they take a wee nap,
Each wrapped in an aura of love and esteem,
Each smiling gently at some special dream.
Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 8:42 pm Post subject: GRANDPA'S TOOL SHED
GRANDPA'S TOOL SHED
Grandpa's tool shed is a special place, full of mystery and delight,
Where little kids can come and watch while Grandpa builds a kite.
Each day before the sunset, Grandpa is always there,
The sound of his saw and hammer filling the evening air.
Grandpa can fix anything and make it look brand-new-
He fixes toy cars and airplanes, Trucks and trailers, too.
There are many happy moments pleasant to recall,
But Grandpa in his tool shed is the nicest one of all.
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