These Hands, These Feet

These precious hands.  What do you see?  I see hardship and survival.

These feet have taken her many miles.

These hands have held a baby of hers at 13. 

These hands worked hard to take care of her daughter.

These hands have worked horses, even thoroughbreds.

These hands were raised to protect herself when her father hit her on the head with metal spikes.

These hands took care of her mother and father when they could not take care of themselves.

After 40 something years, these hands were thrown up in the air and these feet walked away after having all she could take.

She got into her small truck and said Lord, take me where you will.  The truck broke down in our town of Bowling Green.

Her stay at the Salvation Army was up.

She now stays under the bridge.
Do you want to judge her?
Not until you've walked in her shoes.

These feet walked into the hospital and she heard the diagnosis of Chrone's Disease.  She cannot buy the medicine.  The feet walked back to the bridge empty handed.

These hands are blackened by the ashes from the fire built to stay warm and make coffee. 

Blackened ashes cover her face, a face that held beauty.

She was told so, but all she could do was point to her once broken nose and once broken fingers.

She saw dirt and brokeness.  I saw a beautiful face beneath it all.

And God sees our beauty beneath the dirt and brokeness and offers his red blood to make us white as snow.

I see survival in these hands.  I see strength in these feet.

Does God see himself in her heart?

She says yes.

Only she and the Lord know this.

I pray for these hands to fold in prayer.  I pray for these hands to lift up to Him in glory and honor.

I pray healing for these hands in whatever way she needs.

I pray for complete healing in the heart.

I pray for the gift from the manger to be truely inside of this homeless woman so that one day she will be truely at home with the Lord, the Savior, the gift from the manger, homeless no more.