Holding Hands

         Holding hands. It’s something that we do all the time but rarely stop to think ab0ut what it really means. What are you saying when you join hands with someone? I love you, I’m protecting you, I believe in you, I’m with you and you’re not alone are some of the first things that come to mind for me. There is something so comforting about holding someone’s hand. Set aside the romantic feelings that it stands for because as great as that is that isn’t the direction that I’m going with this.

         From as far back as I can remember my family has always held hands as we pray before meals. Kind of insignificant if you’re trying to fit it into the mold that I set earlier, but it’s actually not at all. Whether we were thanking the Lord for a great meal prepared with lots of work at home or something as simple as a burger at Bill and Leah’s (greatest restaurant in Kville, but sadly gone now) we always joined hands to do so. It was our way of being one. Holding hands has always first and foremost been a sign of unity. Together at that moment we were whole and nothing could break in without our permission. The same thing happens when we join hands to pray at church. It’s our way of standing together as one inseparable body to tell the world not just what we are believing in and for but that we are united in this and that together and with the help of the Lord we cannot be stopped.

         I realize that I could talk your ear off about my heart for missions and that it’s without a doubt my calling in life but sooner or later I need to ask for your help in achieving that. Well your time has come! If you’re interested in supporting me financially in addition to prayerfully then you can now do so easily right here. Thank you so much for joining your hands with mine to do the work of the Lord.

Blessed are those who are generous, because they feed the poor

Proverbs 22:9