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Holding Hands

The other day, when my granddaughter and I went outside, she grabbed ahold of my hand. I forgot what it felt like to have a child’s hand in mine. My heart melted. She did the same thing today when we were out shopping for back to school supplies. Later, my mom and I went to visit my dad. We bought my dad an oversized arm chair that he sat in and moved over for my mom to join him. As they were both squeezed into the chair, my mom reached for his hand. I recognized the loving feeling that comes with that most simple gesture.

I Found God today in the loving feeling that comes from holding hands.

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