A while back I gave a short talk on service and the importance our hands are as we use them in service. I reflected on my hands and as I looked at them, they immediately reminded me of my Grandma. So the beginning of my talk started like this......Our hands….. Another gift from our Heavenly Father that through creation’s process did not get overlooked, for the importance of these wonderful tools are immeasurable. When I look at my hands, I have to say, I do not see femininity. I see scars and roughness from years of outdoor physical labor. I don’t see well manicured nails or graceful fingers. But what I do see, and have grown to treasure, is my grandmother.
I inherited my grandmother’s hands, and that I love. She is a woman who has used her hands for taking care of her children, and even her younger sister, when their mother passed on at a young age . She has used her hands to sew wonderful things for her grandchildren, including amazing Barbie doll clothes for me when I was a young girl living in her home, and I did not appreciate them nearly enough. Her hands cared for a wonderful man in whom she was married to for 60 years, and then I watched as her loving hands stroked him tenderly as she bid him on to our Heavenly Father. So you see, when I see my hands, I see a gift from her, that I hope to live up to. .........
I inherited my grandmother’s hands, and that I love. She is a woman who has used her hands for taking care of her children, and even her younger sister, when their mother passed on at a young age . She has used her hands to sew wonderful things for her grandchildren, including amazing Barbie doll clothes for me when I was a young girl living in her home, and I did not appreciate them nearly enough. Her hands cared for a wonderful man in whom she was married to for 60 years, and then I watched as her loving hands stroked him tenderly as she bid him on to our Heavenly Father. So you see, when I see my hands, I see a gift from her, that I hope to live up to. .........
I love my Grandma dearly. She is an important part of my life. I lived with her and my grandpa for a short while when I was young, and during that time, I realized how much they loved and cared for me. Grandma has raised 4 girls and been a part of their children's lives as well. She is witty and smart, and she is a Fry... (those of you who know Fry's know what this means!!!)
I hope she knows how much I love her, and I am grateful for her influence in my life!
This is one of the many things I am Thankful For, So... What are you Thankful For?
7 comments:
Oh Kadie, what great memories you have of her! It is nice to read the things that mean so much to you and her and the rest of us. Great post.
Hi Kadie, I am Vicky (Fry) and the oldest of that generation of cousins, including your mom. I spotted your blog on Sioux's blog and thought I would check you out. I read quite a few of your postings but really loved this one about Aunt Nadine. She was a rascal in her time....I've heard the stories, too, and I love them. Being a Fry myself I totally relate. Hope you won't mind if I drop in from time to time to check up on you and your beautiful family.
Dear sweet Kadie,.....that was so beautiful! And such a tribute to your grandma and my mother! I am so thankful for your thoughts about her. She is a beautiful person through and through and it's nice to see a tribute to her also. Thank you so much! Love you!
It's really neat to be able to hear those memories about grandma. Since I have married into this family she has become an important part of my life and I am even closer to her then my own grandmothers.... I love to hear the stories that her and grandpa share. What a sweet post!
Kadie, I remember that talk about hands, and I would love to have a copy of it. It was beautiful.
that made me cry:) surprise surprise:) she is indeed a sweet, wonderful lady. i love her
this is jareds wife jen:)tryin to set up my google account:)
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