Whenever we are out and about, inevitably someone grabs my hand. Sometimes, I catch myself being annoyed and wanting my own space. But, mostly, I find myself feeling whatever the opposite of alone is—connected, supported and plugged into a world that is so much bigger than I am.
I can’t think of a more real sign of God’s infinite love than the presence of a hand to hold. I am so lucky to have 8 hands from my four favorite people, always at the ready for a squeeze.
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