Five Minute Friday: Hands

It’s (almost) Friday again, and that means it’s time to meet up with the most awesome, brave writers on the planet to write freely for five minutes.  No overthinking or overediting, just the flow of words onto the page/screen.  Come and play with us!  Find all the details here.

Isn’t it funny how so many things can be used for good or for evil?  She never thought too much about that though.  She was way too busy raising her children to sit and think deep thoughts for very long.

Busy trying to make a house into a home, and keep the family fed, and the clothes clean, and everyone’s teeth brushed.  There were a lot of “gotta-do’s” hammering down on her head and thrumming through her veins.  And sometimes those children could seem more like stumbling blocks than blessings.

And she’d catch herself getting frustrated, and sometimes that frustration would build up and build up until she found herself seeing red, and she’d use her hand to smack one of those children on the bottom.  Unless she missed, in which case it might be a thigh.  Later she might feel remorse for losing her temper and causing her children pain, but in the heat of the moment all she felt was release.  Shameful, but true.

But the day came when she reached for a child in love, to give a hug, and that child flinched away from her.  Flinched.  And she looked at her hands – the hands that had dried that child’s tears, changed its diapers, and soothed the fevers – and she saw that they were now something to be feared.  She wondered at the confusion this must have caused her children, never knowing if the touch of her hands held love or pain, and if they (and she) could be trusted. 

So she resolved to find a better way, and with God’s help, she did.  It took some time and a lot of prayer (and Mommy time-outs), but her children eventually learned that her hands could be trusted to guide them gently but firmly, instead of always inflicting pain. 

She also learned not to be ruled by her to-do list, but that’s a story for another day….

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11 thoughts on “Five Minute Friday: Hands

  1. Oh Kim, you’ve no idea how much this touches my heart. I faced this often in my classrooms in South Africa, where teachers frequently hit/beat the children. To see the flinches because they thought I would do the same…it broke my heart. And they struggled to understand when I told them that they would not be hit in my classroom. The fear in their eyes…it still gets to me.

  2. I think what always gets me is your willingness to be honest about the hard things. Its easy to break wide and share when we’re laughing or when there’s joy – or even when there’s a quiet, sacred moment. Less so when it’s sharing a hard truth and a hard lesson. But I love and appreciate that about you and your words. They give me hope.

  3. I love your honesty and the truth of forgiveness and redemption written in this story–an honest look into what it is to be a mom and a follower of Christ.

  4. Oh Kim… I love this – and the vulnerability and even more so – the hope it stirs up! Sometimes it’s in the midst of frustration that we lose our ever loving minds… so thankful for Grace and better ways and restoration and redemption!!! So thankful for peace and calm that is always always more powerful and empowering than chaos and stress… even when that doesn’t feel true! Love you, friend!

  5. I love the way you showed the power a parent has in their hands, and how important it is to use that power wisely for the sake of their children. This is some wisdom I’ll definitely remember as I deal will my daughter.

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