Lisa Jo tosses a simple word high into the sky. And those who love a good prompt to get them writing reach up and grab that word and run with it. For 300 seconds on Fridays. As I wandered over to her place just now, I saw that today's offering was the word HANDS.
And I couldn't help but smile. For the image on my screensaver these days is my mom's hands. Tender, gentle, just a bit worn. Soft. Firm. Reaching into the damp dark soil, putting the final touches on her new plantings. This sight, this image, this picture somehow brings me peace. A sense that all is right with the world.
I honor her today, for no other reason than I love her. I'm glad to share this photograph, I'm thankful that she is still very much in my life, a faithful presence. You could say she's a doting wife, the supportive loving matriarch, the dearest friend to many, the guiding star, the knitter of the sweetest little hats for babies she'll never meet. The one we all turn to for a needed encouragement ... and great dollops of the keenest wisdom, softly spoken firmly.
But all I can say is how much I deeply admire her, and only hope and pray that when I finally grow up, maybe I could have her gentle grace, her kind words, her grateful spirit, and her indomitable strength as she fights the pain her body doles out to her, day in and day out.
For in her I see Jesus.
* visiting with Holley
