Touch is a powerful sense, a powerful force. We all need it, we all crave it, and sometimes it can do amazing things. God touched Adam and gave him life...
And I miss it. We don't have enough touch in this society. I don't want to sound pathetic, but sometimes the only time I feel another person's skin is in church, holding hands. I miss touching and being touched. I do. Its been almost seven years. Seven years of famine, and I ache to be touched.
If you are reading this, and have someone in the room, or the house, go over to them and hug them. Touch them, and count your blessings. Because some of us don't have that.
A bunch of musings by a fabulously middle-aged (40-something is definitely middle-age! EEEK!) single woman. Just random thoughts, some deep, others shallow. Strike up a conversation. Comments? Please?
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