God knows that, after my brief marriage of only five months, I am no expert concerning marriage. Regardless, I have come to the conclusion that holding hands with Cecil was the sweetest thing – the thing that I miss almost more than anything else. My lonely heart still longs for a hand to hold.
Hands are made to do a lot of things, and one of them is to hold another hand. Hands fit perfectly together, despite whose hand you are holding, which makes it a comforting gesture.
Holding hands is a universal sign of intimate affection, which has a big impact on any relationship. While it may seem like a small thing, it shows that you are thinking about your loved one, that you are there for him, that he is not alone, and you are willing to offer the comfort or security that he needs from you. It is an act of togetherness.
This very common practice is sometimes referred to as “palms kissing.” The sensuality in touching hands is just like kissing. It produces Oxytocin, often called the “hug” or “cuddle” hormone, which strengthens the love bond.
Actually, Cecil kissed me before he ever held my hand. It was a spur of the moment, sort of a casual kind of kiss. Kisses are often given away freely and meaninglessly, but holding hands signify a more serious, committed connection.
I remember the first time Cecil reached out his hand to me. It was like a magnet. Without a moment’s hesitation, almost involuntarily, my hand reached back, and our fingers entwined. The sweetness trickled down inside me and soaked my whole being like a maple syrup infused pancake. Forever thereafter, just walking through the mall or sitting on the sofa, holding hands was an amazing gift.
That’s when I began to notice other couples holding hands, particularly older couples –couples Cecil’s and my age. I saw them walking through the mall, sitting on a bench, making their way into church holding hands. At first, I was surprised that, after fifty or sixty years, they were still doing that. Then I was jealous, for I thought about the sweetness and intimacy they had so long enjoyed.
Cecil’s hands were big and strong and tender. He had worked hard through the years making cakes mixes for General Mills and repairing air conditioners. Yet, he could still strum a happy tune on the guitar, mow the lawn, write wedding gift “thank you notes,” take out the trash, dry the dinner dishes, and yes, give wonderful, soothing, heaven scented massages. But, holding my hand was the best thing he ever did with me. He is gone now, and with him that intimate touch,
At the graveside, following Cecil’s funeral, my older sister, who is not much given to sentiment, reached over and took my hand. I was grateful. I needed that, but somehow, other human contact will never be enough. I need something more.
I need the touch of “The Master’s Hand.”
The Sweet Singer of Israel said, in Psalm 139:5, “You, (speaking of God) …laid your hand on me.” From my earliest years, I have sensed that same touch on my life.
The gospel song writer, Thomas Dorsey, wrote:
“Precious Lord, take my hand.
Lead me on, let me stand.
I am tired. I am weak. I am worn.
Through the storm, through the night,
Lead me on to the light.
Precious Lord, take my hand.
Lead me home.
Again, in Psalm 139:10, the Psalmist says, “…your hand shall lead me and your right hand shall hold me.”
In Isaiah 41:13, The Lord says, “For the Lord your God will hold your right hand saying to you, ‘Fear not, I will help you.’”
The fact is since I began holding hands with God all those years ago, He has done all that Cecil could have done and so much more. God’s strong hand has saved me, provided for me, strengthened me in my weakness, comforted me, lead me, protected me, and held me when I was lonely. I need not fear, for He is my helper.
Jesus wants to hold your hand. He wants to touch your life. He wants an intimate relationship with you.
When I told my friend, Becky, that the sweetest thing about my marriage with Cecil was having a hand to hold, she looked very thoughtful. Then she said, “I’m going to remember that.”
- Place your hand in the Master’s hand and hang on tightly. Through thick and thin, He will be everything, and more, than you could ever want or need.
- Tonight, after dinner, sit on the sofa, hold your loved one’s hand, and let the sweetness soak in. What a wonderful gift.
The sun will come out tomorrow