Day One hundred and seventy-eight

I've been thinking a lot about hands today. God formed the world with His hands. He's got the whole world in His hands. Healing in His hands. Jesus' hands nailed to the cross.

I miss Chris' hands.

Chris' hands are strong yet gentle, reassuring, warm, soothing, capable, and safe.

My hand feels so empty. It's longingly aching to reach out and hold Chris' hand. All during church today I had to fight the urge to grab my friend Lisa's hand next to me because of my need to hold on to my hubby's hand. I find myself actually reaching out beside me to grab his hand. I miss the closeness, the warmth of his skin and the security I feel when I am holding on to him.  

Just one more simple thing that I took for granted when he was home.