Hugs Aren't My Thing

Each day I reflect on the day's events and think about where I have seen God at work.  This is especially true on days where I am unsure of what I think God might be trying to show me.  Today, I am pondering the ways that we need touch.  We need to hold hands, hug, pat a back, whatever that might be, even if it's presented in a rougher manner (I'm thinking of the hefty pats on the shoulder or the wrestling moves I received from my dad). This is hard for me since I am very protective of my own bubble.  I really don't like to be touched by others.  However, today I realize how important it really is because it is a way that I can share Jesus.  The trick though is that I need the touch to be from people I love and not just anyone.  It has to be people whom I have a strong relationship with and I care about in a very particular way.  I notice that other people don't have that bubble defense and I have to be cognizant of that when they want to invade mine.  Touch is important and it can be useful in refilling our spirit.  We just need to pay attention to whom it is in our world who provides that for us.  And to whom we are the provider.