These Hands...

[Raine]

These Hands...

A more serious way of getting to know one another. . Some of you have prolly seen me post a few things about hands and their stories.

The intent of this thread is to share what your hands have done.

Please, nothing inappropriate. I do appreciate humor (particularly towards yourself or friends) so that is okay as long as you do not demean others.

I look forward to reading your stories. . I guess I'll start.


These Hands...

Description: (You can describe or post a picture of your hands) Small and chubby hands, bump noted on my left third finger (middle) from drawing too much when I was younger, no nail polish, short trimmed finger nails always as I find this more professional and easier to deal with in relation to instruments and being a nurse.

These hands has discovered the beauty and power of what color pencils can do... They've stretched across piano keys and stung from playing string instruments too long. They've felt the joy of spring wind with the car windows down.

These hands have picked up one too many drinks... They've expressed anger and desperation through dance and violence (don't think too dramatic ). They've tried to cut me to numb the pain but couldn't do it. They've wiped many tears from my face. They screamed and try to pull out my hair in frustration and brokenness.

These hands have encountered the love of God... They've felt his undeniable and tangible presence. They've lifted up to praise him, opened up to receive his love, laid on others to share the power of prayer. These hands want to be like the hands of Jesus.

These hands have power through the love and divine intervention of God... They've wiped tears from many faces. They've held many hands and given many comforting touch. They've told a person with cancer that God cares. They've given hope, rest, and peace to many dying or told that they would. These hands are learning each day that the greatest satisfaction comes from doing the work of God.

Thank you Lord for your beautiful hands.

 

[iTOREtheSKY]

My hands are scarred from various burns & cuts over the years. They don't look all that manly to my own eyes. They're just hands.

They've helped me create various artwork over the years...play drums..and while I only type with 2 index fingers,I'm actually quicker at typing than many of my friends who know how to type properly.

Like,Raine...these hands have picked up one too many alcoholic drinks in an abusive sense back in the day.

Even though I am not a parent,my hands have held a ton of crying babies & small children to comfort them or help them to fall asleep.

My hands have held those whom I have loved so very much in my lifetime. Sometimes too tightly,and other times not tight enough.

 

[MissCris]

These hands are big, for a girl. Their fingers are pudgy, their palms calloused, their nails long and in need of a coat of polish. These hands are shaky a lot of the time, cold even more, and the knuckles crack and pop and hurt. These hands go numb sometimes, and don't always grasp things well. These hands are imperfect.

These hands have grown; they've touched, they've held, they've clasped. They have hit and pinched, pulled and prodded. They've hidden things; slapped people; punched people; stolen. These hands have flipped people off and pushed them away and broken things and killed things. They've scratched and clawed and scraped. These hands harm, and they defend and protect.

These hands know love. They've caressed and soothed. They've reached out to people and pulled them in. They've served, and they've caught tear drops, and they've been held and kissed and loved in return. These hands show kindness and teach it.

These hands create; they've held pencils and pens and paintbrushes and markers and crayons. They've written thousands and thousands of words, and told stories. They have molded clay, dough, plastic, and metal. They've played piano poorly and the recorder well, and they've fumbled with guitars and failed miserably with drumsticks. These hands bake, and build towers from blocks and turn ordinary blankets into forts and secret hide outs. They've made costumes and candles and mud pies and glittering stars and snowmen. They've decorated and destroyed, fixed and shattered. These hands are capable, and playful, and powerful.

These hands change. They provide care and comfort and discipline and hugs and soft touches and games of peek-a-boo. They tickle, they change diapers, they turn pages and tuck toddlers in at night. They hide tears and frowns and ill-timed smiles. They prevent bad words escaping and they clasp together in prayer. These hands are a gift. These hands are beautiful. These...are my hands.

 

[Nocturnus]

These hands were made for music, long fingered and narrow, quick and calculating, playing any instrument they have touched, improvising quickly and almost always without hesitation.

These hands drummed regularly on many a surface, creating many complex rhythms that never went anywhere else, most of them forgotten forever.

These hands have written and used words I didn't know I knew, comforting some, while lashing out at others like knives, once controlled by a mind and heart and soul that lived without God.

these hands dared to open countless books on various subjects, turning through the pages penned by many a wiser man and woman until there was nothing left but the close.

These hands handled countless pieces of technology, fiddling with switches, turning various nobs and engaging levers, touching responsive screens to bring about change.

These hands patiently waited for something else to do, never truly tiring under any pressure, ready for the next great adventure, be it athletic or scholastic, musical or technological, remaining gentle and soft under the strain, but capable of being firm and strong when the time came.

These hands carefully held my sister, my nieces and nephews and many countless cousins when they were born, wishing and dreaming of a child they could cradle and call their own, to raise and cherish, to guide in both light and darkness, to comfort and hold in times of fear and sadness, to notice the change from infancy to adulthood and finally say goodbye when the time was at hand.

These hands respectfully carried a young woman in drunkenness when she could not find her feet, did their best to comfort another when she was embarrassed by a mental disorder doctors could not find, later holding her and caring for her as best they could when she lost consciousness because of a seizure.

These hands knew greatness and victory, tragedy and treachery, pain and pleasure and passion and peace. They moved in all of these, learning what it was to succeed and to fail in their goals and to rise to the occasion of trying again.

These hands have always belonged to the lord, but only recently began serving him willingly, snapping their fingers to the beat of a different tune, held together in prayer as it should be, waiting for whatever the day might bring as they did before, knowing now that they don't hold the future.

 

[ww_21]

These hands are just 21 years old but are far, far more experienced than this.

These hands have clasped together and begged God for mercy. While on bended knees hoping, praying that maybe..just maybe things will change.

These hands have shielded me from an abusive alcoholic father for many years.

These hands have covered my eyes when things were too hard too watch, they shielded me from reality.

These hands have rescued many lost animals and returned them to their owners.

These hands have spent house on the piano performing at school recitals, for parties, for God. These hands have made music at one point.

These hands have made art, they found the beauty in pens and pencils, paint brushes, coloured pencils, crayons, paints, charcoal, pastels, blank canvases.

These hands had had to wipe away tears from my eyes far too often for a 21 year old.

These hands? They still clasp together, they still hope and pray and God will grant them a miracle.​

 

[kenthomas27]

one day while these hands were idle I was cutting out a pattern on basswood and thought it might be cool if I cut out a figure. Then, since you could see through it, I thought it might look better if it had some color in it so I took some epoxy and poured it n there and afterwards, sanded it down flat and it did look good. I knew this guy once that painted cars and for years at the end of the day he would spray out whatever color he was using on a board to get rid of it. Then thought it would look good if he took a grinder and ground through all the paint back to the wood and he did and you can see all the hundreds of layers graduating to the next. It's a very nice piece that he hangs in his office. I love stuff like that. Things that just happen when someone thinks of it. Things that have no particular skill but just happen.

 

[Roh_Chris]

These hands are medium-short, slightly stocky and extremely crinkled. They are rough to touch but strong to hold.

These hands have wiped many a tear, reached out to hold needy hands, given hugs and received hugs. These hands have wounded and hurt and have typed words that cut to the heart. They have nursed many a wounded heart too.

The fingertips of these hands are rough from the years of playing on stringed instruments. These hands have bounced over piano keys, fiddled with the drum sticks and ran along guitars & bass guitars. These hands are nimble on a computer keyboard and the fingers work at a furious pace. They have computed and calculated, written poems and stories, cooked and held the steering wheel.

These hands have carried babies, played with them, cuddled them, wiped their tears and fed them food. They have held the liquor. These hands hold the hands of a loving girl and clasp hers in them. These hands clasp together when I kneel down in prayer and wave around when I worship the Lord.

Thank you Lord for my rugged hands.

 

[Pipp]

These hands are long and often clumsy, but they've served me well.
They have had they're part in weddings, birthdays, bridal showers, baby showers, fundraisers and many other events. These hands have been burned while baking more times than I can count , but have resulted in thousands of cakes and cupcakes , cookies and pies.
These hands have passed out food and blankets to people in shelters waiting for storms to pass to see if they had a home left. They have dried many tears when people get bad news. These hands have signed many fire victims into hotels in the middle of the night and provided them with food and clothing and care packages. These hands sign in hundreds of people willing to donate blood to help others. These hands have painted very few pictures and many many walls. These hands have held many babies some of which I now have to look up while talking to them. These hands are held quite often by 4 little people who act like I'm the best aunt in the whole world. These hands have typed out greetings to some of the best people I've ever met even though not in person. And now after reading everyone's post..These hands are drying my eyes.

Thank you Raine. ..This is one of the most beautiful threads I've ever read on here.

 

[tourist]

These Hands...

A more serious way of getting to know one another. . Some of you have prolly seen me post a few things about hands and their stories.

The intent of this thread is to share what your hands have done.

Please, nothing inappropriate. I do appreciate humor (particularly towards yourself or friends) so that is okay as long as you do not demean others.

I look forward to reading your stories. . I guess I'll start.


These Hands...

Description: (You can describe or post a picture of your hands) Small and chubby hands, bump noted on my left third finger (middle) from drawing too much when I was younger, no nail polish, short trimmed finger nails always as I find this more professional and easier to deal with in relation to instruments and being a nurse.

These hands has discovered the beauty and power of what color pencils can do... They've stretched across piano keys and stung from playing string instruments too long. They've felt the joy of spring wind with the car windows down.

These hands have picked up one too many drinks... They've expressed anger and desperation through dance and violence (don't think too dramatic ). They've tried to cut me to numb the pain but couldn't do it. They've wiped many tears from my face. They screamed and try to pull out my hair in frustration and brokenness.

These hands have encountered the love of God... They've felt his undeniable and tangible presence. They've lifted up to praise him, opened up to receive his love, laid on others to share the power of prayer. These hands want to be like the hands of Jesus.

These hands have power through the love and divine intervention of God... They've wiped tears from many faces. They've held many hands and given many comforting touch. They've told a person with cancer that God cares. They've given hope, rest, and peace to many dying or told that they would. These hands are learning each day that the greatest satisfaction comes from doing the work of God.

Thank you Lord for your beautiful hands.

What a beautiful story that you have painted. I am overwhelmed. Anything on the ring finger of your left hand? Being inquisitive can be humorous and that is allowed in this thread. Or is it?

 

[jogoldie]

These hands have held birth ...of kittens...and a foul...and most of all my grandson...guilding gently to their first breath of life. ..these hands also aided those with their last breath...a child...a puppy.....
These hands have had to be strong like a man...hanging drywall ..using power tools......building and painting...bleeding from
hard work.....
Quickly changing back to the softness of a mothers hands...making booboos better ....stroking the tiny fevered head....
These hands have never let me down...they have done more than hands were ever meant to do......and through all that
these hands are still strong and gentle.....and pain free...all thanks be to God....

 

[Rush]

hmmm..intriguing... thought provoking walk down memory lane.
These hands... indeed.
A selection of shorts then...

Age 2
These hands found their best friend in the whole world. Mud.
Age 3
These hands realised they could climb anything they touched.... my poor mum.
Age 5
These hands have built skyscrapers and dashed them down in godzilla like awesomeness
Age 6
These hands miss the hand that used to hold them as they walked across the street.
Age 7
These hands raise as a missionary prays for me, but unlike everyone else, i feel nothing.
Age 8
These hands figured out how to do speed math tests by marking the page without looking at it
Age 14
These hands figured out how to do everything left handed when I broke my right shoulder.... yeah, annoying.
Age 16
These hands pulled me higher and higher until I was 6 meters above the ground... before falling straight onto my tail bone and breaking a small bone in my hand, rather than my spine.
Age 17
These hands clasp in prayer as I cry to hear God, and hear nothing, just as it had always been up to that point.
Age 17
These hands pick up my first bad choice.
Age 17
These hands wipe the last tear I will cry for almost a decade.
Age 18
These hands discover they suck at playing guitar but can't help wiggle against their longer leggy counterparts whenever awesome guitar playing is around.
Age 18
These hands waste more than a year and a half of my life.
Age 23
These hands nearly kill me with an ill fated handful of m&ms
Age 23
These hands dissolve into unreality with perhaps the most unsafe choice of my life
Age 24
These hands barely refrain themselves from killing a man who threatens to cut my throat
Age 24
These hands hold the hands of their first true love
Age 25
These hands feel rock bottom.
Age 25
These hands clasp in prayer as God proves who he finally is to me for the first time. Personally, amazingly, wonderfully.
Age 29
These hands have changed alot. They now love cuddling children; holding books for stories; bibles for study; spoons for feeding; keyboards for writing, pens for note taking. They love handle bars for cycling; they love serving; they love tickling their nieces & nephews and holding the bible that I read to my kids ministry kids. They older and crustier now, but they instruments of beauty thanks to our wonderful God

 

[lil_christian]

These hands have held bubble wands and bike handles. They have held and thrown stuffed animals into the air and have caught them. They have grabbed various things they weren't supposed to (such as the chocolate in the basket around Easter). They have hit my sisters. They have held their hands during prayer around the dinner table. They have stroked the fur of cats and dogs, and when I was younger have accidentally PULLED their fur. They have held instruments and have beautifully played the instruments. They've held onto my mom's hand, begging her not to leave me. They have clenched into a fist and have been shaken towards God. They have pushed away the people I needed most. Most importantly, they are hands that have been redeemed by God, and my hands are in His hands.

 

[Raine]

I am so, so, so deeply touched and moved by everything everyone has shared. Pipp, this is beautiful. Something I started thinking about when I spent time holding patient's hands and massaging them.

I can honestly say that I came close to tears reading every single response. You are all so beautiful! I'm not even sure how to put it into words.

What a beautiful story that you have painted. I am overwhelmed. Anything on the ring finger of your left hand? Being inquisitive can be humorous and that is allowed in this thread. Or is it?

Haha tourist

Hmm... This left ring finger use to have an engagement ring on it... Then realized what she really had wasn't love and took off the ring a year ago. I still wear rings for fun on occasion though.

 

[hoss2576]

These hands are getting old. They have a scar from childhood from a woodburning kit and a thumb with a BB imbedded in it from a foolish Christmas break (shows the accuracy of a Christmas Story).

These hands were made to write; write words that make a difference, words that give hope. They have helped raise livestock and two little siblings, but I am not sure which were wilder.

These hands have also pushed too many people away. They have been thrown up at God, and He has answered.

 

[Descyple]

I use my hands to slap myself in the face after I have flirted with a woman, that way the women won't have to slap me themselves and risk breaking a nail.

.............and people say I'm not thoughtful???

 

[sassylady]

My hands have held my little ones, dressed them, cared for them, and have sewed their clothes, knitted their sweaters, prepared their meals, and washed their laundry and dishes. They type all day to earn the small living I get to continue to take care of them. I still go home and fix a home cooked meal for them, and bake bread as well. They are dry and cracked and sometimes sore from the cracks. But they're capable and busy, never idle.

 

[Yahshua]

Nice thread Raine.