When you’re a little kid in America, you try to “bother” your siblings by saying “I’m not touchingggg youuuu”…here in Honduras, I cannot imagine that ever being an activity.
I have never been one to have physical touch as a love language, but here, it’s almost impossible not to catch the “fever”.
When you’re outside or in your bed and you feel something touching you, it probably is. Common occurrences: a child, a teammate, or a human in general. Other possibilities could be an ant, a mosquito or a bug in general. Either way, the sensation is there.
His creation is a glimpse into how the Lord interacts with us. During worship when I lift up my hands to the heavens, it feels like the Lord is reaching down to pick me up, like a good Father does (and like these children so desperately desire to be held). When I am sitting in a circle and I hear the Lord speaking to me, it is like the refreshing movement of the wind breathing into me. When I’m dancing during worship, the Lord eagerly awaits for me to put out my hands and let him be my Groom by leading me with His Grace.
Maybe instead of creating a game of not touching others, we should create a culture of loving others so well, it feels different when we are NOT in contact with our Siblings. OR be so in-tune with the Lord, we can physically sense when we become distant from allowing His touch.
