My Father's Hands

Friday, December 7th, 2007 - am

I was sleeping with my 2 year old daughter, Emily, in her “big girl bed.” Randy came in at his usual 8:00 am time and woke me up when he was leaving to take the boys to school to say good-bye.

I was laying on my left side with my hands apart placed in front of my body. Emily was across from me, in similar position facing me.

I was thinking of how warm and cozy I felt at that time and how nice it was to have the little one sleeping across from me.

All of a sudden I felt a pair of hands grab mine, both at the same time, gently holding them. I thought, “Aaaawww, how nice! Emily wants to hold my hands.” And I felt all warm and peaceful inside.

Then I thought, wait a minute – “How could Emily possibly be holding my hands like this, since she is across from me?”

These hands were coming UP from bottom of bed, holding my hands that were facing downward toward end of bed! So I quickly opened my eyes and it was then that I saw her little hands by her cheek!

The next thing I thought and realized was the pair of hands holding mine were “perfect for me" in size. They fit just right. Not too big like my husband, Randy’s, and not too small like Emily’s.

The next thought that crossed my mind was, “Well, my oldest son, Christopher, has hands very comparable in size to mine, maybe he is playing a trick on me...or something!” It was then that I remembered that he had already left for school with his Dad.

It was at this point -- that all my logic had come to an end -- and I started to really begin to freak out thinking that someone might actually be under the covers with me! After all, I COULD STILL FEEL THE HANDS HOLDING MINE!

Wondering WHAT IN THE WORLD was going on it was at this moment, all of a sudden, as quickly as the hands had orginally grasped my hands, they let go simultaneously. I had felt a comfort prior to my logical brain kicking in with thoughts of reason.

It was incredible!!! Honestly, I don't know exactly what was holding my hands -- Was it an angel? Perhaps. All I knew in my spirit was that it was a way that the Lord chose to comfort me and reassure me that everything was going to be okay...and not to worry.

Wow.