For some reason, my thoughts this morning are of his hands. \u00c2\u00a0They weren’t anything to look at, just hands. \u00c2\u00a0He used them to draft machinery, and then relied upon them to sometimes put together the drafted parts. \u00c2\u00a0I can clearly see him holding a pen in his hand, bouncing it back and forth toward the paper, having an idea of something to draw, or write, but it not\u00c2\u00a0yet be clear enough for him to lay down the first line.<\/p>\n
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\nAnother habit he had when he was thinking, was to take his glasses in his hand and rub the stem on his tear duct… it might not seem much to you, but to me…such a fond memory.His hands, calloused from\u00c2\u00a0working and scarred with past lacerations, were \u00c2\u00a0continually doing.<\/p>\n
He wasn’t always careful in his endeavors with his hands. \u00c2\u00a0Sometimes it was the \u00c2\u00a0object his hands came in contact with that suffered, and other times it was … his hands. He used his hands to dig a trench in the basement of our first home, to lay tile and then cement… in hopes that it wouldn’t flood. He helped scrape “gouges” in the plaster at our first home as he quickly ran the wallpaper scraper across the wall. \u00c2\u00a0(gouges that later needed mud to even out the walls.)He had a scar on one finger from \u00c2\u00a0a nail piercing though when he was repairing a fence. \u00c2\u00a0He pulled two planks of the fence apart (that were nailed together), only to let go before removing his hand. When the two pieces slammed back together, his hand was pinned in between with\u00c2\u00a0a nail through his finger.<\/p>\n
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He had many cuts and scrapes from remodeling the church or house, putting in carpet, adding additions on to his cabin. \u00c2\u00a0But he was always very matter-of-fact when he would hurt himself, never hysterics… just find whatever was needed to take care of it, and go about your business. \u00c2\u00a0I honestly don’t remember him heading to the ER or clinic for much, if anything. \u00c2\u00a0It just wasn’t his focus. \u00c2\u00a0He needed to get things done.<\/p>\n
He didn’t like to sit idle. \u00c2\u00a0He had to be working with his hands.<\/p>\n
But there was this other side of these hands… that wasn’t about the labor but was about the LOVE. \u00c2\u00a0I can vividly picture his hands. \u00c2\u00a0The way his fingers were formed, the way they felt. \u00c2\u00a0I can remember him holding my hand, even as an adult to encourage or comfort me.<\/p>\n
And, when I think of how often he anointed his hands to pray for others… it does something to my heart. \u00c2\u00a0Those calloused and scarred hands, those hands that were able to draft machinery, erect buildings, and construct pretty much anything he purposed to do… they were also anointed hands that laid upon heads of ministry and saints.<\/p>\n
I feel so blessed to have these memories! \u00c2\u00a0They are mine to hold, so many memories that I can’t even begin to tell them all. \u00c2\u00a0I can replay them in my mind, and just remember the feel of my daddy’s hands. \u00c2\u00a0\ud83d\ude42 \u00c2\u00a0Thank you, God for the ability to remember… and thank you for such an inheritance. \u00c2\u00a0I had a special daddy!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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