There was a time when I would go every week to the park near our place. I would bring a book, my journal, rosary, food and drinks, and sometimes, even my guitar. I would sit across the lagoon and enjoy the view and the breeze all the way till sunset. What a beautiful time! I call it my "Wednesdate with the Lord" because I would often go on a Wednesday.
Only one thing marred the whole thing. I would see lovers here and there - hugging, kissing...but what really made me envious was couples holding hands!
I don't know what it is about holding hands that gets me. I look at my hands and feel them - they are oooh so soft. Don't take my word for it. You should try it some time he he. So I asked God, "Lord, why did You give me such soft, velvety hands when no one is holding them?" In the silence of my heart, God answered:
"I gave you those hands, not (necessarily) for a man to hold them but...
...for you to prepare coffee to all those who need it [but Lord, the best coffee is the one prepared by a wife to her HUSBAND!]
...for you to wipe away the tears of a child [but Lord, it would be great if I could have my own last-minute child by a HUSBAND]
...for you to congratulate someone who has made any achievement, no matter how small [but Lord, if You give me a HUSBAND, I will give him all the encouragement he needs]
...for you to applaud even when no one else is clapping [but Lord, I would do a lot more affirming if You gave me a HUSBAND]
...for you to massage the body of someone who is tired and stressed out [but Lord, that would be a great way to serve someone I could call my HUSBAND]
...for you to write words of inspiration and joy to bless the world and make it a happier one [but Lord, before I make the world happy, can't I make my HUSBAND happy first?]
Actually, it was a long list of what I could do with these hands of mine. And I kept pestering God for what I wanted. Oh well, I might as well just sing:
"These hands of mine...God gave these hands to me..."
to love and cherish others - HUSBAND or not.
