Hugs, holding hands, scratching my horse, petting my dogs, stroking my cat, palpating muscles for knots, massaging my daughter's sore shoulders, brushing the downy feathers of a spring chick--make me thankful for the sense of touch. It is my most visceral sense, capable of evoking great pain or great happiness.
Embracing one of my kids after a prolonged absence is one of my profoundest joys. My cheek rests against his, my arms press into his strong back, and I drink in his nearness. In my heart, a part of him will always be my little one.
Someday I will have a new body, glorified and perfect. As much goodness as this one can experience, I can't imagine what potential that one holds. Someday, I will be held and hugged by Jesus...
Thank You, Lord, for this incredible sense.
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