Like our words, there is more to our touch than we believe.
I thought of three kinds of touch that I administered Friday through out the day. As a husband, I know what a touch means to my wife. A mere hug seems to brighten her day. It is a fuel for her. She requires lots of hugs.
Kelsey, my youngest daughter, came to me for a hug that day. I was sitting on the couch and she walked in the room, walked straight for me, and buried herself in a big daddy hug. She looked up and smiled, then walked out of the room. She came specifically for a hug from me. I guess something inside her needed that touch.
All the touch that I experienced Friday was given, but I received the blessing as well. I love how God made us.
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