You Held My Hand



Calls from both our sons came on Mother’s Day, as well as chats with our delightful daughters-in-love. I also spent part of the afternoon thinking back over the years I had to invest in two wispy-haired strawberry blonde boys.

I found myself looking at various photos of their hands…pudgy, dimpled hands that once grabbed mine. The backs of those hands exploded with freckles and often, smeared with peanut butter, jam, and other substances I’d rather not even consider,  grasped onto mine! What trust children exhibit when they reach out a hand, without even looking up to check who is above them on the other end!


Fast forward, as life truly telescopes time when children grow, and I see grown sons married to extraordinary women,  raising their own offspring. Patches of blue sky — but also laden with some clouds —  mark their years of marriage and family. As tree branches ramify toward the heavens in various directions, so their children’s interests now begin to branch outward. But I, through photos, was watching hands this Mother’s Day.


Look at the hands, at the journey that bonds generations and tells amazing stories of trust, leading, exploring.

Soft, tiny fingers clutch and hold the veined hand of experience, spanning generations and connecting them.

Fathers and daughters eat and talk with their hands…sometimes instruction; sometimes just savoring the moment of a new experience…



like fingernail polish in honor of your fourth birthday!

Bryan & Kelsey

I still treasure this photo because it helps me remember our younger son making a very early connection with his firstborn. She had her Daddy’s hand — and he had her heart —  just that fast!

Yes, those two little boys held my hand, but even more precious to me is the fact that one day in their childhood, they held another hand, one that reached for them through all eternity and called them to Himself.

A mother can easily, thankfully let go and say, “Hold His hand.” Getty Music’s, “A Mother’s Prayer,”  expresses my heart well:

This world is not as it should be
But the Savior opens eyes to see
All that’s beautiful and true
Oh may His light fill all you are
And the jewel of wisdom crown your heart
This is my prayer for you

Hold my hand, I’ll teach you the way to go
Through the joys, through the tears
The journey of these years
He is with us till the end
He is faithful till the end

You’ll travel where my arms won’t reach
As the road will rise and lead your feet
On a journey of your own
May my mistakes not hinder you
But His grace remain and guide you through

This is my prayer for you.


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