The instructions are simple, write for an unedited 5 minutes on the word provided by our host, Kate Motaung. Then stop by other word-loving FMF bloggers to leave encouragement on their post. I confess. Sometimes I go a teeny bit over the 5 minutes and yeah, I might edit a word or two. But no skipping sharing encouragement to other brave writers. Ready?
We’re in a busy place or crossing a street and we reach for their hand to hold, keeping safe our children, sometimes our parents.
Our hands hold things to give or cling for safety. They share with another, raise a cup of joy. I’m fascinated with the gifts hands hold, an outward expression of our hearts.
Somethings I’ve held too long: fear, anxiety, resentments. The challenge is for an open heart to let go knowing not everything held close is good.
There comes a time we let go of their hands. We let go of the physical touch but the heart still holds. We let go of our fears and hold to the faith we claim that while our physical touch is absent, God’s touch is the only one that can really protect, provide. His are the only hands that can hold it all and never let go.