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.