“Your hands remind me of my Grandma.”
This is what my husband said to me when we first started dating. Not exactly the line you would advise a young man to say to his new girlfriend.
But after I met his grandma, I realized it was one of the best compliments I have ever received.
Grandma’s hands were weathered. They have …
… washed many dishes
… cooked several meals
… served countless people
… touched numerous souls
… held many children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren
And, even with all the work that her hands did, they never felt more at home than when they were held by her beloved.
Often, we would see Grandma sitting next to Grandpa on the couch, her hands tightly grasping his, while she gave him sweet kisses.
Grandma’s hands were special. She used them to the glory of God. I only hope that these hands of mine could do even half the things she did.
Our dear Grandma went home to be with her Lord last week. She was 92.
We will miss her.