the hand a story I found

The Hand

Thanksgiving Day was near. The first grade teacher gave her class a fun assignment — to draw a picture of something for which they were thankful.

Most of the class might be considered economically disadvantaged, but still many would celebrate the holiday with turkey and other traditional goodies of the season. These, the teacher thought, would be the subjects of most of her student’s art. And they were.

But Douglas made a different kind of picture. Douglas was a different kind of boy. He was the teacher’s true child of misery, frail and unhappy. As other children played at recess, Douglas was likely to stand close by her side. One could only guess at the pain Douglas felt behind those sad eyes.

Yes, his picture was different. When asked to draw a picture of something for which he was thankful, he drew a hand. Nothing else. Just an empty hand.

His abstract image captured the imagination of his peers. Whose hand could it be? One child guessed it was the hand of a farmer, because farmers raise turkeys. Another suggested a police officer, because the police protect and care for people. Still others guessed it was the hand of God, for God feeds us. And so the discussion went — until the teacher almost forgot the young artist himself.

When the children had gone on to other assignments, she paused at Douglas’ desk, bent down, and asked him whose hand it was.

The little boy looked away and murmured, "It’s yours, teacher."

She recalled the times she had taken his hand and walked with him here or there, as she had the other students. How often had she said, "Take my hand, Douglas, we’ll go outside." Or, "Let me show you how to hold your pencil." Or, "Let’s do this together." Douglas was most thankful for his teacher’s hand.

Brushing aside a tear, she went on with her work.

The story speaks of more than thankfulness. It says something about teachers teaching and parents parenting and friends showing friendship, and how much it means to the Douglases of the world. They might not always say thanks, but they’ll remember the hand that reaches out.

"Though he stumble, he will not fall, for the Lord upholds him with his hand. Psalm 37:24

"My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me. Psalm 63:8

Rayette Rucker

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ONE OF MY FAVORITE SONGS: MENDED BY MATHEW WEST

How many times can one heart break,

It was never sposed to be this way.

Look in the mirror

But you find someone

You never thought you’d be.

Oh but I can still recognize

The one I love in you tear stained eyes.

I know you might not see it now,

So lift your eyes to me.

When you see broken beyond repair,

I see healing beyond belief.

When you see to far gone,

I see one step away from home.

When you see nothing but damaged goods,

I see something good in the making.

I’m not finished yet,

When you see wounded I see mended.

You see your worst mistake

But I see the price I paid.

There’s nothing you could ever do

To lose what grace has won.

So hold on,

It’s not the end.

No this is where love’s work begins.

I’m making all things new,

And I will make a miracle of you.

When you see broken beyond repair,

I see healing beyond belief.

When you see to far gone,

I see one step away from home.

You see nothing but damaged goods,

I see something good in the making.

I’m not finished yet,

Ooo, when you see wounded,

I see mended.

I see my child,

My beloved,

The new creation you’re becoming,

You see the scars from when you fell,

But I see the stories they will tell.

You see worthless,

But I see priceless.

You see pain,

But I see a purpose.

You see unworthy, undeserving,

But I see you through eyes of mercy.

When you see broken beyond repair,

I see healing beyond belief.

You’re not to far gone,

You’re one step away from home.

You see nothing but damaged goods,

I see something good in the making.

I’m not finished yet,

Ooo, when you see wounded, I see mended.

Oo, I see mended.

Woo, oo, I see mended.

I’m not finished yet,

When you see wounded, I see mended.

ONE OF  MY FAVORITE SONGS: BEAUTY FROM PAIN

The lights go out all around me

One last candle

to keep out the night

and then the darkness surrounds me

I know I’m alive

but I feel like I’ve died

and all that’s left

is to accept that it’s over

my dreams ran like sand

through the fist that I’ve made

I try to keep warm

But I just grow colder

I feel like I’m slipping away

After all this has past

I still will remain

After I’ve cried my last

There’ll be beauty from pain

though it won’t be today

Someday I’ll hope again

And there’ll be beauty from pain

You will bring beauty from my pain

My whole world is the pain inside me

the best I can do is just get through the day

one life before is only a memory

I wonder why God lets me walk through this place

And though I can’t understand why this happened

I know that I will when I look back someday

And see how you’ve brought

Beauty from ashes

and made me as gold purified through these flames

After all this has past

I still will remain

after I’ve cried my last

There’ll be beauty from pain

Though it won’t be today

Someday I’ll hope again

And there’ll be beauty from pain

Here I am

at the end of me

trying to hold

to what I can’t see

I forgot how to hope

This night’s been so long

I cling to your promise

There will be a dawn

After all this has past

I still will remain

after I’ve cried my last

There’ll be beauty from pain

Though it won’t be today

Someday I’ll hope again

and there’ll be beauty from pain

You will bring beauty from my pain.

Beauty From Pain by Superchick

Just had therapy

So, we just had therapy. We discussed the fact that even through everything that I or the others have done to try and kill the body, we are still alive. He told me that I need to acknowledge that I and others, (thghgh sometimes not everybody) have the will to keep fighting and that we are still surviving after everything we’ve been through. He also said that we can’t expect professionals who haven’t been helpful in the past to suddenly change and do what they’re supposed to do. He the is so much stigma and that we’re not going to erase it all. He wants me to draft a document that we have made as a plan so that if we have to go to the ER we can show it to the doctors. He encouraged me that I would prevail and that recovery has its ups and downs. He says that no one is perfect and I can’t hold myself to standards that are to high for me to meet. He wants me to make a daily goal in regards to the eating, but if I don’t meet it, he wants me to accept it for what it is. He says we take each day as it comes.

Ray

200 followers!

We have reached 200 followers on our blog. I can’t believe this! We are beyond ecstatic! Thank you to all of you who read and comment on our blog and like the posts. We really appreciate it. Kudos to you all! Keep up the good fight and don’t give up.

Ray

EATING DISORDER RECOVERY TIPS

Get rid of the scale!!!

You are not defined by the number on the scale. You are much more than that. I understand if you are trying to lose weight for health reasons, but you dont need to do it unhealthily.

Find someone you can talk to.

Having someone to talk to really helps me to know that I’m not alone. By the way, if anyone needs to talk, I’m here. You can email me at

rayetteddruckerblebc%gmail.com

Reach out for help!!

You want to nip an ED in the butt before it destroys you. I know an ED is all about control, but you want to take control of it before it takes control of you. I’ve been dealing with an ED for the last 17 years.

Join a support group.

I’m still learning to accept these tips myself, and I know there will be days when I struggle, but we all can overcome this. You are beautiful just the way you are. I believe in you. From no one else does, just remember my blog and that I believe in you. Stay strong and keep fighting no matter how hard it gets. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. I just felt like someone needed to hear that. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.

Ray

a song for all survivors of abuse and others to

Here’s a song that made me think of all survivors, and people with mental illness (eating disorders, dissociative disorders and PTSD)

She holds her dear life to the end of the sleeves in her hands

Covering up lies that she wrote with a razor sharp pen

But the steel of the blade

Is no match for the pain

Of the loneliness she’s going through

But we’ve all been there to.

Praise God we don’t have to hide scars

They just strengthen our wounds

And they soften our hearts

They remind us of where we have been

But not who we are

Praise God

Praise God

We don’t have to hide scars.

This song made me think of all survivors. 😊

Ray

Time for an update

So, I made a video yesterday on my YouTube channel. You can find me at blind mental health support. The video is the longest one I’ve ever done. I will link the video below. I’m going to get my state ID today. I start school next month. Really looking forward to everything.

You can find my video here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oppafKi0k5E