Wednesday, October 29, 2008

We celebrated my Grandma's 80th Birthday this past Sunday (a surprise brunch in Ann Arbor). There aren't enough words to describe what a wonderful woman she is...Darcy recently said "Man, you don't talk about anyone like you talk about your Grandma." She is the epitome of beauty and grace. She has a unique way of making each one of her 13 grandchildren feel special. She has been our prayer warrior, role model, godly example, and hero in so may ways. My Mom says it best...When asked, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" She says "Grandma" (her mom). Gram, thanks for your love, for your example and for being YOU...beautiful from the inside out! We are so blessed to have you, to love you and to share life with you. Happy Birthday!

Gram, Mom, me, Brooke: 4 generations,
mothers & daughters

Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled and weak, have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life.

They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor.

They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child, my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war.

They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn daughter. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special.

They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse.

They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook fists of anger when I didn't understand.

They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day, when not much of anything else of me works real well, these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.

These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life.

But more importantly, it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when He leads me home. And with my hands, He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ.

-author anonymous

7 comments:

  1. Beautiful post Amanda, I have goosebumps!

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  2. Crying now!

    And thanks for putting up my fave!

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  3. Oh, so beautiful. You are so blessed! Both of my grandmothers passed away when I was in highschool, but Aron has shared his two wonderful grandma's with me.

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  4. I love the four generations shot. How great to have such a godly example. I have two wonderful such examples still living.

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  5. She is beautiful...inside and out!

    Wonderful pictures, Amanda! Thanks for capturing that day and sharing it.

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  6. That was amazing. It is so very true though. thinking back at all of the amazing, charitable, or even horrible things they have done. they should have a story of thier own.

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  7. J - I look forward to opening your BLOG pages each day -- I feel more connected with the activities of the Schrieber Fam. I agree with Jill, I got goosebumps too -- what a WONDERFUL family I have! Thank you !!! Love, Mama Jo

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