Spending time in my parent’s small Iowa town church led me to thinking about hands and touching – and time.
How many other people’s hands touched the top of this stairway? My parents were married in this church. Was I touching the same place that their hands touched on their wedding day – over 50 years ago? The thought of that connection makes me smile.
One last picture – touching connection. The hands of four generations: my grandmother, my mother, myself, and my daughter. We touch even when we are not together.
We all cross paths with others in touch and location – even when we don’t connect in time. Today be mindful of what you touch and the paths you cross with your touch.