July 25, 2006

His Touch

Last night I was able to escape for a little while to do some shopping with Gray. It was a nice night and a bit of a drive. On the way home Gray was upset. I spent almost the whole way with my right arm stretched back behind me so that I could touch his face. Mommy's here, I would say sweetly, It's okay.

As long as my hand was there, arm reached out behind me almost out of socket, my fingers feeling his soft, warm cheek and a wet tear, he was still and quiet. After a while when I thought he had fallen asleep I tried to take my arm back to normal positioning, but he cried immediately! I reach back again, and instantly he's calm.

I didn't mind. It actually felt good to know that just my hand touching his face made everything all better. He just needed to know that I was near.

I remember moments as a child wanting to be held close by my mom or dad, feeling that security; and even now there is just something about that touch that hubby has when I scoot closer to him during church, or reach over to hold his hand when I am next to him in the car. There is something about a touch.

And many a time I call out to the Lord, just asking for His touch. Sometimes to heal. Most times to just know He's near.

16 comments:

  1. It's amazing what a gentle touch can do. :-)

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  2. I used to drive like this on many an occasion.

    Touch IS nice, as you say both as children and adults.

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  3. What a wonderful thought! :) I definitely needed God's touch this past weekend. God is so good to us!

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  4. I love those moments of just being needed, just knowing you're still there... and it's amazing that we never grow out of the need to know He is still there!

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  5. Thanks for the blog. It is nice to know that our children just need our touch sometimes. I too have enjoyed feeling God's touch. He is always there when we reach out to touch him. What a nice thought. Thanks for reminding us.

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  6. Great blog! Great site!

    Each day, I get a little saddened when I look at my son and realize that he is growing up so quickly. I often panic thinking that soon he isn't going to want his mommy to shower him in kisses, hold his hand or cuddle him upon whim. So I take each day in stride and take advantage of all of those opportunities.

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  7. Awwww, that's so sweet!! My little guy has to sleep like that at home....

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  8. Very sweet... He'll always want your touch, it just may not be the same.

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  9. That is so sweet. There really is something about the touch of a loved one to make everything all better!

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  10. I clicked on over from Swankmom's site and thought it was pretty neat that we both have Graysons--and yours is one day older than mine! Crazy, isn't it? I've never met another Grayson before. We call him Gray-Gray most of the time, courtesy of his 4 1/2 year old brother:)

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  11. What a great post! It is amazing how the right touch can make us forget about all that is wrong in the world, whether it be a kiss from our child, a snuggle from our hubby or the warmth of prayer.

    Thanks for reminding me how fortunate we all are to be surrounded by so much love. Now I just have to remember to extend that touch to others in need!

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  12. I have had this same scenerio with Liam... my arm aching, but my baby calm. What a sweet post!

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  13. I know that position in the car all too well, and have the sore arms to prove it!

    Carrie

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  14. You have a very wonderful thought, Stephanie. Thanks a lot for sharing. I linked you up in my blog post.

    Hope you like it!

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  15. OH I had that experience once when our little guy was two months old driving 4 hours over a mountian pass. It was just me and him and I had to drive a standard with one hand and reach in the back seat with the other hand and try to hold a pacifier in his mouth. It was the longest drive ever...we were both crying.

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  16. It's been quite a while since I had to reach back because my little one just wanted to be touched and to know I was there. I already have baby fever. I think the longest I ever had to keep my arm on my little one was a few hrs, we were driving back to KS from Ohio and our youngest was about 4 months old at that point as long as I was touching him, he was quiet.

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