...and holding hands.
Disney World provided castles, fireworks, pixie dust- and rides which took you into a cave with swashbuckling pirates and on an encounter to Mt. Everest with the fearsome Yeti.
Yet nothing was as thrilling as the "togetherness" this past week.
Thankfully Rylie is just six and still loves to hold my hand and sit in my lap. But if you remember, Hayden is almost sixteen. He's an affectionate kid, but his affection is sporadic. Hallie is eleven going on sixteen. Holding my hand or Jason's hand is no longer a common occurrence. With Hallie who now claims claustrophobia, holding my hand would be considered a rarity.
We stayed together because we were in unfamiliar territory. We linked arms so we wouldn't get lost. We held hands as we didn't want to be separated in the masses. We walked in close proximity in the darkness that followed the night-time fireworks spectacular.
In the midst of magic and madness, we were simply together.
Surely God feels the same. He is with us every day, at the dinner table and in the car. He is with us when we rise and when we slumber. He walks with us in the mundane. And he waits.
He longs for us to link arms with him as we board life's roller coasters with its twists and sudden drops. He wants us to hold tight to him in the crowd that so often blinds our view of him.
And when our hearts are spilling over with joy at the knowledge that life is good- God is good, maybe then most of all, he wants us to hold his hand.
..... do you think that the scripture says without reason that he jealously longs for the spirit he has caused to dwell in us? James 4:5a