My Mother’s Hands

  My Mother’s Hands

Today is my Mama’s Birthday… She is a young 75.  

     When I think of my Mom – I think of her hands.

          They are the softest hands I have ever felt.  

               I just love holding her hands in-between mine.






My Mother’s hands…
     have loved and cared for my  Dad for over 50 years.

My Mother’s hands…    
      have held, nurtured and raised
6 children – 2 girls & 4 boys

My Mother’s hands…
      have cook and served many meals with great attention and care



My Mother’s hands…
       still write cards and letters to family, friends and those she wants to share a word of encouragement with.            She never forgets a birthday…



My Mother’s hands…
      have overcome obstacles in her life and turned them into triumphs….

My Mother’s hands…  
     have cared for the houses we have lived in and made them a home

My Mother’s hands… 
     faithfully plan and organize daily life and events with great detail and beauty

My Mother’s hands…   
    have been disciplined and steadfast in all they do -  all her life




My Mother's hands...
     have faithfully prayed...

          

My Mother’s hands…   
     still bring comfort and love to me...

 when she holds my face between those delicate….
                     soft ……     hands…

My Mother’s hands…
                  and how she uses them…   
                                   have been my role model

She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness.  Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her:  "Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all."  Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.  Proverbs 31:27-30

Happy Birthday Mama
    I arise and call you Blessed
                I love you~