on touch-

it's true you know, what they say about touch. it has this power- this sort of dissolving sensation of all the woes and pangs of life- of the moment by moment existence.

i truly believe God sculpted every hand so that each of us would possess a magic specific to us and only us.

an ability to heal a broken heart, or at least ease the pain with just a touch. when words fail- as they so often do- i find that my hands become my voice. gently, softly i can change hearts one at a time, with fingers- lovely little hands made to mend brokenness and made to make whole what isn't.

we get so dirty from the daily grind of things, sometimes it just takes one touch- often from a stranger- to know we're not invisible...that we matter.

you matter.