Original post 6/25/2015
God has called each of us to be His hands and feet on this earth. Yesterday, I got to bless the hands of a beautiful Gogo in Dwaleni. The lady’s name is Zodwa, and yesterday was her birthday. I asked the ladies to speak out what they love and appreciate about her. Here are some of their words…
When I was getting tired of being the only one making sure that the center was clean, God sent me Zodwa. She comes every day and cleans the center with joy.
She loves the children and wants to see them have plenty to eat.
Her smile is full of love.
As these words were spoken over her, I could tell that her heart was being encouraged. I also heard the Holy Spirit say, “Get where you can hold her hands, look her in the eyes, and bless her.”
The Holy Spirit took over as I took her hands and spoke life into her. I’m not sure of all that I said, but I remember talking about her hands and how God is using them to bless people.
Warning rabbit trail ahead!
Earlier, she had given me a shawl and a hat that she had made—in ONE day! I remember talking about how her hands had blessed me so much, and with those words, tears fell. You see, Zodwa is old enough to remember the hard times of apartheid. She is old enough to know that a white woman should never say that a black woman’s hands had blessed her. She is old enough to remember, and I am too stubborn to allow the color of our skin to separate us!
As we held hands and tears fell, we were knit together in Him.
Colossians 2:2 Being knit together in love; to reach all the riches of full assurance of understanding and the knowledge of God’s mystery, which is Christ.
Wendy Roseman 