Many times I have seen those hands thumbing the pages of her Bible and have walked by her closed bedroom door hearing her pray. She has always walked the talk!
Many times in my life those loving hands have held me while I cried until I could cry no more, all the while I was crying those hands were patting me on the back, as she was softly praying in such a gentle way, that at times I thought it was the hand of the Lord comforting me, actually those were His hands. Even at my age she can call and just by the sound of my voice know all is not right, she then will ask"what's wrong?" I might say, "nothing", she says "that's not true, I now something is not right." And so on it goes until I fess up!
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