My mother and I have always had the most beautiful conversations. This last weekend, I had the pleasure of driving her home to Superior. She had just flown in after three months in Florida, due to Covid-19. There, she was in my sister’s home and safe from the craziness of the world as we all know it. However, she longed to be home…
Ah, three hours in the car alone with my mom, the most wise and gifted woman I know!
We spent a good amount of time catching up on all of the happenings in each other’s lives, then the focus shifted as she looked down at her hands.
You see, mom is 93, and the years have been impressed upon her hands. However, her spirit, passion and mental energy soar! With the genetic history of rheumatoid arthritis, one of her joints on her right hand is inflamed the size of a quarter and a few others, a bit disfigured.
While in Florida, she had the pleasure of welcoming another great-grandson, Jakub. Her sadness and disapproval of her hands was spoken as a result my sister snapping a picture of mom lovingly holding the new babe. Mom said her hands were so awful she immediately deleted the picture.
The irony is, I LOVE those hands and secretly have wanted a photo of them : ) I asked mom to celebrate and thank those hands. For with them, they have loved and cared for my daddy, as well as nurtured myself and four siblings. It is with those hands that she owned & ran a grocery store, while caring for us all. Not to mention, helping dad build a cabin, home, and having multiple rental properties. With those hands, she was a servant of the church and community. Most importantly, mom showed her children how to place our hands together in prayer~
While mom gave effortlessly, she also honored herself in play (golf/bridge) and the passion that burned within… her art. With her eyes, she was awestruck with the beauty that surrounded her in nature and wondered how a person could not believe in the Creator Himself. With very few art lessons, God breathed into my mother the gift to recreate His glory which surrounds us. At 93, he steadied her hand and blessed her with the gift of the below watercolors.


I believe that we are all blessed with unique gifts imparted by the Father. It is for us, to simply unwrap them~ Through STB’s Living your Talents and Strengths workshop, each person has the opportunity to release the ribbon and journey within!
Paula Larkee