24 hands


i can still feel them, holding me up like rope on a young sapling tree.

gnarled, worn with wear and tear, 24 hands braced me in prayer for the days ahead. i looked into the ladies’ faces as they reached out and touched me, saw drops of sadness on wrinkled cheeks; felt one lady put her soft palm against my face, peered into her eyes and knew she too had faced cancer–and won.

24 beautiful souls, their fingers having wiped away many-a-tear; arms having embraced the numerous hurting, and hands having held onto faith while everything else slipped away. these are women who know what it means to live and love, and to lose in spite of love. women who’ve also felt like young sapling trees, needing the support of others to keep them standing.

and so, this morning i stood, surrounded by ladies whose hands were outstretched, believing in God to make me whole. and i surrendered.

(written about my CoffeeBreak group, which prayed over me today regarding the laser surgery on Friday, which will remove pre-cancerous cells from my cervix)



  1. AmmeePearl said,

    November 20, 2008 at 6:29 pm

    wow — this is beautiful — know that there are more hands outstretched in prayer for you too, just not so wrinkly and worn (not yet anyways!) love you!

  2. joannamallory said,

    November 20, 2008 at 8:38 pm

    I love this word picture of the sapling tree being held up — and the bold brightness of the painting too. Groups like this are wonderful.

    I’m praying for you too.

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