Everyone needs a good hug.
A fresh boo boo on a soft-toddler-knee… eyes immediately leak, salty liquid dripping on upper lip; where’s Mommy?
A “young-love” break-up that, you are confident, will be the end of you. Where is that best friend?
Sharing a mixture of joy and adrenaline, fighting back that pumpkin-size lump in your throat as you watch a new bride say “I do”. {oh how I am a succor for weddings; they always make me cry like a baby tear up!}
Your own heartache, is gone, for a moment.
A hug, a genuine hug; can pick up a downcast spirit, brush it off, and give new life and hope. That is why I have decided to end my posts with the corny phrase “Hugs”.
I may have never met YOU face to face; but I would be the first to give you a big hug.
Each time I open my bible, I get a big hug from my Heavenly Father. I only wish to pass on that same warm embrace to you, my sister in Christ.
