Two hands
Two hands….
An old woman comes to the doctor and says: I have one hand full of complaints.
Let me name them?
Let's hear it, said the doctor.
The first finger is my lost parents.
The second is my physical complaints.
The third finger, that there is so little I can do anymore.
The fourth, that sometimes I feel so lonely.
The fifth finger, that so many acquaintances around me have passed away.
That is indeed quite a hand full, says the doctor.
But then the other hand? he asks curiously.
Those are my blessings, would you like to hear it too?? she asks.
Please, says the doctor.
The first finger, that I have enough to eat every day.
The second, that my house is nice and warm in the winter.
The third, that there are people around me who help me.
The fourth, that lately I have been spared from more disease and pain.
The fifth finger, that I have enough money to pay my bills.
The doctor looks at both hands. The woman looks at him and says: Here are two hands that have borne sorrow, tears dried and sometimes clenched into fists. Also two hands that know what life is.
And you know what I think is so beautiful now, what happens when I fold my hands in prayer? No,” says the doctor.
When I pray, something happens to my hands. Then my hand with blessings goes to my hand with sadness. Then I clasp my fingers and then the hard things come between the blessings. And the blessings stop that misery in my life. In prayer I bring my sorrow to God. Then I count the blessings.
Do you know, I'm grateful that I have two hands, they keep each other in balance. They keep me in balance and that makes my life less difficult.
The doctor nods in agreement, folds the fingers of one hand between the fingers of the other and remains lost in his own thoughts.
Bron: internet