I manage to get some hugs though---when I visit the grands. Elliot ALWAYS comes running with arms open-a huge smile on his face and yelling YUYU! as he hugs my knees. I LOVE a knee hug---I can not get down fast enough for him to grab my neck---so he grabs what he can reach--my knees. He is a sweetie! Henry is a different story---he is "Too Cool For School" at 4! I can get a hug--but it has to be his idea and in his perfect time--that is OK--I will take what I can get. POOR Collin---he gets wrapped up in hugs & kisses without the ability to protest--except for the squirm to get down.
We all have an inborn desire for community and in my world--I have a need for touch. I miss all the warm hugs I would get/give on a daily basis in R. God created us with this desire to touch and be touched--but we cannot physically touch Him---Interesting.
What I have learned is that the warmth of His very presence can wrap me in better than a hug. Knowing beyond ANY question that he is with me---feeling His closeness wrapping me in His very essence---Love.
Today I am thankful for the joy of hugs!
"You will show me the path of life; In Your presence is fullness of joy; At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore."