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The Hands of Faith



2 Timothy 1:5-6King James Version (KJV)

When I call to remembrance the unfeigned faith that is in thee, which dwelt first in thy grandmother Lois, and thy mother Eunice; and I am persuaded that in thee also.
Wherefore I put thee in remembrance that thou stir up the gift of God, which is in thee by the putting on of my hands.

Dear Friends,

My grandmother and my mother were both women of faith.  I watched over the years as they encountered numerous trials and responded time and again with faith that God would see them through.

My grandmother was unshakable in her belief in the power of prayer. "I'm a witness, prayer changes things."  She was consistent with her testimony and diligent in her intercession by praying for others.

My mother modeled faith through her day to day walk.  She seldom complained. She was always striving to grow stronger and closer to the Lord.  She did not take things for granted.
Like my grandmother, my mother prepared for church.  She determined what she was going to wear the day before.  She had her church offering envelope ready.  Her bag with her Bible and Sunday School book were intact in advance. 

My mother and grandmother understood the importance of their daily walk.  They also understood the importance of faithful service.

My mother and grandmother touched lives.

 Their hands folded in prayer for their children formed a hedge of protection around them for God rewards those who diligently seek Him by faith.

The faithful hands of these two women nurtured spirits.  Hugs abounded.  Gifts of love were given to others from their hands. Their labors of love were bestowed by faith.

I thank God for my mother and grandmother and their example.   I praise God for the many gifts I received by and through their hands.  

Praise God for the hands of faith that helped shape my life.

in Christ,

Sis. Stephanie

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