I have a sore thumb! It is Arthur revisiting me again with a vengeance! I have arthritis in my finger and toe joints. Yes, it is a sign of aging and just buck up and take it, right? I can’t think of anything more painful than hitting, stubbing, or jamming a finger or toe, except having Arthur take up residence in one of their joints or knuckles! My grandmother, Mama, was an extremely talented seamstress; she altered clothes for most everyone in her small town. Mama also shelled peas, cooked, canned, preserved, and in the early days plucked whatever it was they had to eat. Her fingers were curved and gnarled greatly by Arthur; her hands were busy hands. There’s an old saying, “Happy hands are busy hands!” I think happy hands-busy hands-are tired, sore, and hurt like the devil! I,too, use my hands for so many projects that strain and aggravate my joints, knuckles, tendons, and tax my hand muscles past their intended service. I asked Mama about her hands one day. I told her my knuckles would flare up, turn red and hot to the touch; any time I barely touched that spot it would hurt so bad I would cry out! She told me the pain would finally go away. It did. My knuckle pain has subsided in my fingers, but the joint at the base of my thumb hurts so; weakens my hand strength, weakens my left hand and renders it mostly useless.
Both my big toe base joints also shoot pain upwards and laugh; they tell me Arthur travels and wreaks havoc all through my body; look out!
Knowing many more fatal maladies attack others, I stand ashamed at my snivelling. What is Arthur’s pain compared to cancer’s gnawing growth killing every cell, every organ, every bodily function? Again I stand ashamed.
Blessed I am with only Arthur’s occasional presence. Wear, tear, and deterioration are part of this life; time’s effect prepares the body and grabs the soul’s attention that life’s passing nears. Am I ready, Dear Lord? I don’t want this body of mine to give out! I have so much to learn, to do, to see, to feel, to touch, to hear! Is this the point? Ignoring aches, enduring minor pains, are simply part and parcel of the process which is life and living.
Dear Lord, our relationship bonds us and prepares me for time eternal. Reveal Yourself to me; teach me; guide me; hold my hand through this transition from my world to Your Kingdom. I hang back longing to linger here in the only home I’ve known. Don’t rush our time together here, please. I love it here! I love learning more and more about my loved ones past and present! I want to stay awhile longer, please! I can endure more of the aging process; I can plod through; I can learn to take it in stride; I can-with not only Your hand, but Your arms to lean on, and Your eventual lifting up when I fall.
Bless You, Dear Father, for ALL You are to me, what You’ve been to me, what You will mean to me as I learn more and experience more of the life you’ve given me! Bless me with many more brilliant sunrises and glorious sunsets, I want to feel it all! I can take it; I can! Amen
Oh, and bless Arthur, he is just doing his job!
A gray head is a crown of glory; It is found in the way of righteousness. Proverbs 16:31
Even to your old age I will be the same, And even to your graying years I will bear you! I have done it, and I will carry you; And I will bear you and I will deliver you. Isaiah 46:4
Just a Closer Walk with Thee
I am weak but Thou art strong;
Jesus, keep me from all wrong;
I’ll be satisfied as long
As I walk, let me walk close to Thee.
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.
Thro’ this world of toil and snares,
If I falter, Lord, who cares?
Who with me my burden shares?
None but Thee, dear Lord, none but Thee. [Refrain]
When my feeble life is o’er,
Time for me will be no more;
Guide me gently, safely o’er
To Thy kingdom shore, to Thy shore. [Refrain]