This cute little picture put a big smile on my face today. (That's me, on the left.)
How often have I been in a difficult place of mind when something simple changed my focus? A touching incident, or an actual touch.
Out of the blue, my teenage son comes up to me . . . "Can I have a Momma hug?" or "I haven't had my Momma hug in a while." Then, the best part—he wraps his strong lanky arms around me and squeezes me tight.
I'm overwhelmed 'cause God lovingly chose me to be the Momma to four living wonders—servants of His in a world gone crazy. I realize that we did something right in raising these boys. I'm reminded that they all need hugs too.
Sometimes a hug is all you need.
Sometimes a hug is all I need.