Monday, November 8, 2010

Hands


My eyes fought to stay shut as hot tears streamed down my face. I sniffled quietly as the prayer continued around me. My mind raced with every detail of the fight – the yelling, the searing words and how I felt like a child running away from home when I packed my bags. I breathed deeply and focused on each pair of hands placed on me.

At my right was Kylie, her warm hands clasped around mine. At my feet was Lindsay, her hands on my knees as she whispered quietly. Ana held my left forearm and brushed it lovingly. At my left was Jesse gripping my arm and squeezing gently as he spoke with conviction. Lisa and Chelsea laid hands delicately on each shoulder as they prayed for protection, confidence and restoration.

Their powerful words and gentle hands radiated with warmth and love. Peace consumed me in waves. I relished each palm and finger and the tangibility of love. Even though I felt like I was falling apart, in this moment they were holding me together.

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