I've been thinking a lot about touch. For Caleb, touch is largely how he experiences the world. I've helped him splash the water in the bath tub. I've put fall leaves in his hands and helped him crunch them. I've brought snow inside and helped him build a little snowman on a cookie sheet....I've wrapped his arms around my neck and held them there when we've needed a hug...I've put his hands on my cheeks and let them melt to my skin. He loves it when I rub his feet, rub my face in his hair, and rub his chubby tummy. Caleb loves to be touched!
Mitchell also loves to feel my skin. Whenever he sits on my lap, he sticks his arm up my sleeve so that he can feel his arm resting on my arm. When he can feel me, he can be still.
Josh and Matthew also love to be touched. Sometimes they want to be westled instead of cradled. Sometimes they prefer a high five, especially if their friends are watching. But they thrive in being hugged, loved, and tackled to the ground!
I think that we all need to be touched. Sometimes I need someone to hold my hand and help me experience the world. Sometimes I need the warmth of an embrace. Sometimes I need to feel someone close so that I can be still.
Thank you my sweet boys, for touching my heart every single day!
I
know that there are two hands that are always inviting His embrace...Two hands that bear the marks of His redeeming love...two hands that gently lead me through life experiences I don't always understand...two hands that cradle my heart and help me to be still.
"He's reaching down, I'm reaching up, and somehow I feel- the
Maker's touch. (please turn off my playlist at the bottom of the screen)
