Hold my hand...

I am a typical woman who likes to buy material things and of course my addictive personality always screams out to me "Shop shop shop!"

The past few months have been a little difficult for me because my shopping sprees have been curtailed by the lack of money that we have. Some days I wish I could pout like Jocie so Philly would have sympathy for me and throw me a hundred dollar bill. Kidding!!! Maybe...

There is something though that is better than those "materials" that us girls like to have. For me it is intimacy. I love intimacy. Not the PDA type in front of a crowd but just the casual touch or simple look from Phillip that lets me know that I am his one and only. It means the world to me and is something that is very special to my soul.

I have tried very hard over the past few months to let Phillip know that He is more important than those other things that you can buy. The best gift he can give me is the acknowledgment that he loves me, he depends on me, he needs me, and that he is satisfied with me. Amazingly enough I hear and feel all of those when he holds my hand.

One of our little hand holding traditions always happens in church. I can't think of when it started but I hope it never ends. Whenever we pray in church we ALWAYS hold hands. ALWAYS...Even if the biggest fight happened the night before our hands connecting is our version of an apology. Even if we have giggled the whole morning before church we don't hesitate to grab tight to each other hands.

When I imagine my moments in Heaven with Jesus it is always sharing an intimate moment. He is brushing my hair away from my face, my head is laying on His shoulder as He sings to my soul, or we are walking along the shores of a beach as He wraps His arm around my back to support me. I can't wait to hold hands with my God.

I try to be intimate with God as much as possible here on Earth. Whether it be having my personal prayer time with Jesus in the morning before anybody else wakes up or at night when I lay my head on my pillow and envisioning my Father embracing me. My most intimate moment with my Maker is now in church during prayer time. Not only am I holding Phillip's hand but I am holding my Savior's hand also.

It doesn't matter if someone is standing beside me or if the whole row is vacant; I have made room for God. I squeeze my hand as tight as possible just waiting for a squeeze back. I know the same people who stand behind me every Sunday must think I am crazy. Here I am with one hand wrapped around Phillip's and then there is my other one extended holding on to air. So it would seem...

I am not holding on to air, I am holding on to eternity. I am holding on to my salvation. I am holding on to the greatest love I know.
Oh my God please hold my hand!

"Yet I am always with you; you hold me by my right hand.
You guide me with your counsel, and afterward you will take me into glory."

Psalm 73:23-24

" If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,"

Psalm 139:9-11

God bless to all of my faithful friends and followers...