The Hand That Holds You

Have you ever paid attention when someone holds your hand? There is something about the warmth of a touch, the firm grip of that squeeze that tells you there is a friend next to you.

Situations and scenarios may differ, but the purpose and the effect are almost always universal when holding someone’s hand. We touch someone to express our emotions, to make them feel what words can’t fully describe.

By touching someone’s hand, we are able to let them know they are not alone, that we feel their pain, we understand, we are there, we care.

My favorite touch is a trusting grip of little hands on my fingers. Nothing could be more pure than that. A child holds on to us with complete confidence and the warmth of our touch assure them that we are not going to let anything bad happen to them.

I was in church today and helped this lady about something. When she came back, the first thing she did was hold my hand – a way of saying thank you without a word being spoken. I squeezed her hand back to say it’s my pleasure, and we held hands for a few more minutes, and felt really connected in our hearts. This woman is not a friend, just an acquaintance, and yet at that moment, we could have been the very best of friends. And all it took is holding each other’s hands.

How often do we reach out to someone? How often do we show we care? How often do we allow ourselves to think of others first? Extending our hands to another is an act of kindness, an act of selflessness. Sometimes the people we extend our hands to refuse them. It maybe because the hands that they held on to before has led them astray and they are scared of holding someone’s hand again, that they are scared to trust again. But, should we take our hand back?

We hold on to someone because they make us feel secured. They comfort us. They calm us down. They make us feel at ease, no matter how chaotic everything else is around us.

Look at the face of the hand that holds you. You will see LOVE.