Thought for the day: The great Dividing line between SUCCESS and FAILURE can be expressed In five words:I did not have TIME. Your Hands By: Robert Clements As an old man, probably some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the park bench. He didnt move, just sat with his head down staring at his hands. I sat down beside him and asked him if he was ok. He raised his head and looked at me and smiled. Yes, Im fine, thank you for asking, he said in a clear strong voice. I didnt mean to disturb you, sir, 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. Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how had they served you all 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 dried the tears of my children and caressed the love of my life. 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 ring 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 walked my daughter down the aisle. They have held children, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didnt 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. My hands are the mark of where Ive been; 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. I never saw the old man again after I left the park that day but I will never forget him and the words he spoke. Look at your hands my friend; are they hands that youve kept clean or are they ones you are ashamed for all the wrong theyve done? Heres a thought for you: They can still be folded in prayer and a God above will still reach down and with His own hands hold you in forgiveness..! Happiness Always…………Murali
Posted on: Mon, 22 Dec 2014 12:18:49 +0000
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