Hands to Love With

Day 5~

What do my hands do?  Ever so much!

Being a person who likes to create….. I am so grateful for my hands!  There are many creative things I do with my hands but probably the one thing that they’ve been used the most for the last couple of years would be to crochet.  Big surprise for those of you that follow me.

baby-handsAgain, with a reference to cancer…..  losing my hair made me want to crochet myself some hats, which is interesting because I hadn’t crocheted in years and wasn’t even sure I remembered how!  But I did remember…. and with the help of video tutorials on Youtube whenever I had a question, I even learned stitches I’d never done and also how to read patterns.  I was having so much fun that I wanted to crochet more hats than I could wear so I began crocheting hats to donate to my cancer center.

Without going into a lot of detail about all that, between a few friends and I, we donated over 100 hats in 2012 and I continue to crochet them to donate to other worthy causes as well as cancer centers.  I couldn’t have done it without my hands!  You can read a little more about that here if you’d like.

There are many other hobbies that I enjoy doing and some have come and gone over the years, which I think is kind of normal.  But I’ve had fun with them all.

And of course my hands are able to serve others as well as take care of myself, but the best thing I am able to do with my hands lately is hold my sweet grand baby and give him loves.  It’s such a joy to be able to tend him.  I’m glad I have the opportunity and that I’m healthy enough to do that.  They grow so fast, so I relish every minute.  Right now it’s fun to watch him discover his own hands.  It won’t be long before he will reach his little hand out to hold mine.

I’ve waited a long time to be a Grandma….. so hand me that baby!

I Am Grateful!  How Are You?


I Have Two Little Hands

I just had the story below sent to me in my email today.  It really made me start thinking about how I really haven’t thought about how much I use my hands and how much there is to be grateful for that I have them!

There’s so much we use our hand for that we just take for granted!  Including typing this post!  I can’t express how grateful I am that I have ‘two little hands’ that work!

Have you every tried to put on a pair of pants or socks or something with one hand?  I’ve tried to do that sort of thing while I’m brushing my teeth with an electric tooth brush.  It’s not like you can just let go of the tooth brush and leave it in your mouth while you use the other hand to pull those pants up, or put a sock on.  The thing is heavy for starters…. plus the motor is running/vibrating so you can’t just let go of it.  It’s not an easy thing to do with one hand.

There are many people who do lots of things with one hand or in some cases…. no hands!  I’m continually amazed at how they do it.  Inspiring.

This story made me not only grateful that I have two healthy hands, but it made me realize how blessed I am to be able to feel with those two hands!  Touch is an amazing thing.  It can create all kinds of sensations.  It can be a warm fuzzy or cozy thing or an sleek cool icy cold thing…. or anywhere in between!

I’m grateful for my hands.  I’m grateful that I have full use of them with no pain.  They bring me much joy!  And they allow me to serve others and hopefully bring them joy too!  I hope the following story will make you stop for a minute and think about all the things you’ve been able to do with your hands…. and be grateful for your hands and for the hands of those you love!

I am Grateful!  How are You?

Grandpa’s Hands
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 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  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  trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse  and walked my daughter down the aisle.
  • They  trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse  and walked my daughter down the aisle.
  • 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 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.

A Listening Ear

Today I sat with my Mom in her apartment at the Assisted Living Center as we visited with her neighbor.  As one would expect…. those who live in an assisted living center have health problems.

Today this neighbor just needed someone to talk to.  She was obviously dealing with a little depression.  In the course of our conversation, I learned that she suffers with Bi-polar disorder, along with many other problems.  It seemed as though she was headed for a low time in her mood.

She expressed her frustration in dealing with her illnesses…. which are many……  and felt a sense of sadness as she told us about how her children don’t seem to visit much for one reason or another.  Her husband is still well enough to live on his own.  I guess they sold their home they had for years…. which can be depressing in and of itself….  and he now lives in a condo, which means she doesn’t get to see him everyday.

She is lucky enough that he takes her to the condo once or twice a week and they can spend some time together there, living a little bit ‘normal’….. but she is still frustrated with her situation and was feeling a little lonely and needed someone to talk to today.

She’s been friends with my Mom for quite a while….. at least since my Mom has moved there.  My Mom has always been a friend to everyone she meets.  This lady has appreciated Mom’s friendship and feels like she is the only one she can really talk to about her frustrations.  I don’t think she even discusses them all with her own husband.

Today I felt like Mom and I were a sounding board for her.  A listening ear.  She started to get emotional a few times and I told her it was OK…  sometimes we just need to let it out so it doesn’t build up inside and cause more trouble.

I was grateful I was there when she came to visit.  I was glad to have the opportunity to be a listening ear for someone in need.  I hope she felt a little better when she left my Mom’s place today.  Hopefully just bouncing her feelings off a few listening ears relieved some of the stress she was feeling.

It also made me realize how important it is to not let little stupid things effect our relationship with our loved ones.  Particularly when they are old and need our love.  I hope her children can recognize her need to see and be with them before it’s too late!  We all need someone who we feels cares enough about us to listen to us… to be a friend and be there when you need them.

I grateful my Mom and I could be that for her today.

I am Grateful!  How are You?

Good Samaritans

I want to give a shout out to all you Good Samaritans out there.  Your kind deeds are truly appreciated.

On the drive down to St. George the other day, I had a reminder of a Good Samaritan who rescued my little family over 25 years ago.  I thought maybe it was time to tell him how grateful I am…. even though we can’t remember his name!

As we approached Beaver the other day, we passed a car that was traveling in the emergency lane.  It wasn’t until we drove by them that I realized their emergency lights were flashing and that they may be having car trouble.  There was an incline in the road that we were traveling on at the moment.  As I realized they might be having car trouble, I had a flash back of a time when my family was in the same situation.  

As my husband and I talked about that time….. we realized that considering what car it was that it happened in, and knowing how old the kids were when we had that car….. it happened a long time ago and the kids were really little!  We also realized that it may have been the exact same incline and area that it happened to us on that this couple was now having a hard time ascending.

We were very fortunate over 25 years ago.  As our old Ford Granada barely made it to the top of the hill…. it gave out on us.  We pulled over to the side of the road.  My husband, being an automotive teacher, was trying to diagnose the problem as best as he could without the necessary tools, when a young man in a Ford Bronco pulled over to help.  He told us that he’d been on his CB radio and kept hearing the truckers talk about a car pulled off to the side of the road with a young family on board.   So this fine young man stopped to help us.

He graciously towed us into the next town and dropped the car off at a repair shop.  However, it being a Sunday…. of course they were closed and there were no parts places open anywhere.  Since our purpose for the trip was for my husband to play in a softball tournament in St. George that started the next day…. this young man kindly drove us all the way into St. George and dropped us off at my Aunt and Uncles house where we were staying.

What we learned about this guy was that he was a Catcher with a professional Baseball team and he was on his way to Arizona for Spring Training.  Unfortunately…. neither of us can remember his name or for what team he was training with.  So…. my thanks today go to the ‘Unknown’ Samaritan that took the time out of his busy schedule to make sure that a young couple with 3 small children were not left stranded on the side of the road.  Remember folks….. this was WAY before cell phones!!  Can you believe we even made it through something like that without a cell phone???  At least there were CB radios!  Thank heavens for those too!

Thanks to all of you who have taken the time to rescue another person in a time of need.  You are all Good Samaritans!

I am Grateful!  How are you?

My Mobility

Can’t say enough about how grateful I am to be mobile!!

It’s hard seeing your parents get old.  Losing their mobility makes things so much more difficult.  My Mother’s mobility has really gone down hill this last year.  She needs a walker to get around and really has a hard time getting up and down out of a chair.  We got her a motorized easy chair a few years ago so she didn’t have to pull herself all the way up.  It’s so helpful for her.  Trying to get her in and out of a car to take somewhere is very difficult!   It’s just not fun thing to watch.

My Father in law has diabetes and doesn’t always feel his legs very well.   He likes to walk as much as he can, with a cane of course…. but he has a motorized chair to use when he’s out in public and has to go very far.  John’s Mom doesn’t walk that great either…. but she still manages to get around.  I wish there was some way to build a platform for her to stand on on the back of his ‘Jazzy’ so she could just step up and ride along with him!!  Not sure there’s really a safe way to do that.

I’m always impressed with people who have a difficult time getting around and yet are still determined to do it.  We have a Brother in the temple who’s mobility is greatly impaired.  He had a stroke a few years ago and one side of his body just does not function very well anymore.  His right hand is all curled up and his right leg drags as he walks.  And yet this man, is at the temple every Wednesday doing several sessions in a row!   It’s best for him if he can be in the group that gets taken up to the session room a little early so he has time to get there.  However…. because he likes to do session after session….. very often you will see him moving as quickly as he possibly can to make sure he makes that next session.  And it’s a workout for him to do that….  to keep up with the other patrons that are moving at a more normal speed.  He humbles me.

For a long time, this Brother did not want any help during the session.  He wanted to do it all himself.  I think he’s finally reached the point where he knows he needs and will accept help.  My husband was the one helping today. My husband asked me on our way out of the temple today, ‘How do you know how much help to give him and yet still allow his dignity to be there?’  I don’t know the answer to that.

I am so grateful to be blessed with a whole healthy body that still moves!  I can do stairs without problems….   I can walk and even do a little jogging for a short time if I chose.  I’m very blessed.  And I plan on staying that way for a long time by taking care of myself through proper nutrition and exercise!

I am Grateful!  How are you?