tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378121614850709360.post618853804223551337..comments2023-08-26T09:37:19.120-07:00Comments on Glynnis Whitwer: The Touch of Your HandGlynnis Whitwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124651192354710304noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378121614850709360.post-90620559708545158592010-06-29T04:36:20.175-07:002010-06-29T04:36:20.175-07:00Thank you for the great devotional today. My siste...Thank you for the great devotional today. My sisters & I were blessed to have our sweet & precious Mother, who freely hugged us all & always kissed us on the cheek. No matter how old we got, that never changed. Everytime we'd go to see her, you could count on getting loved on. She taught us so much about what it is to be a Christian woman, wife, & mother. She taught us by example. She's been gone 5 years this year, & it doesnt seem like its been that long. Sometimes I catch myself longing for her touch, her smell, & her love. God truly blessed us with her.GroovyGrannyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16549721297797097050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378121614850709360.post-10956164185404225502010-06-28T19:17:13.404-07:002010-06-28T19:17:13.404-07:00Thanks so much for this devotional - it really mea...Thanks so much for this devotional - it really meant a lot. Growing up, I knew my mother never wanted me to begin with, and I was molested by my stepfther. I felt rejected by every one who should have loved me. But when I accepted Christ, He filled my heart with His love, and He told me to be Hs arms to hug His children. Today, I am married to a pastor and I make sure no one comes into our church without receiving a hug. One lady even wrote a poem about my hugging, called "He Told Me To Give It Away".Toninoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378121614850709360.post-37353927990490959782010-06-28T17:24:45.861-07:002010-06-28T17:24:45.861-07:00It's funny, my parents were Italian but not th...It's funny, my parents were Italian but not the real demonstrative kind but we always kissed hello and goodbye and good night. I was more affectionate with my son and so was his dad. If you cuddle them young and then do it later whether they like it or not (secretly I think they like it). I miss those days!Debnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378121614850709360.post-37947785762685112092010-06-28T15:01:59.076-07:002010-06-28T15:01:59.076-07:00I love the power of touch! It can bring wonderful ...I love the power of touch! It can bring wonderful comfort, none like any other! Thank you for the reminder that we need to be the one to offer our hand to one that might be hurting or in need. thank you Glynnis for all you do. You have made a difference in my life!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16089751546796278944noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378121614850709360.post-26267423406629208902010-06-28T11:32:21.803-07:002010-06-28T11:32:21.803-07:00Barbara,
I wish I had a hairdresser like you! How ...Barbara,<br />I wish I had a hairdresser like you! How wonderful for each of your clients. :)<br />MelissaAnonymoushttp://melzeee.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378121614850709360.post-39930001815391536242010-06-28T10:19:45.649-07:002010-06-28T10:19:45.649-07:00The first thing that came to my mind when I read y...The first thing that came to my mind when I read your post was my teenagers' "desire" to do what I guess is called the fist bump. I think in the teenage world, it has taken the place of the handshake or the pat on the back. Whatever it is, I was rebuked in my spirit when reading your post for thinking that those fist bumps are "silly." The Lord reminded me that it is just another small way to touch my children and to let them know that even though I am an "old fogey," I desire to love them in a way that they can relate to.Feeniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07966575069210375324noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378121614850709360.post-13206899470692140582010-06-28T09:54:43.840-07:002010-06-28T09:54:43.840-07:00I have been a hairdresser for 32 years, and comple...I have been a hairdresser for 32 years, and completely understand the power of touch! Hairdressers, estheticians, nail technicians and massage therapists are the only non-medical people licensed to touch someone. A touch from a doctor isn't always pleasant, but getting your hair done, or a facial, or a manicure/pedicure,or a massage can be extremely therapeutic. I try to pray for each and every client that sits in my chair, and ask God to touch their hearts as I touch their hair.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09260164875986332621noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378121614850709360.post-79902006089976690202010-06-28T09:53:23.912-07:002010-06-28T09:53:23.912-07:00Thank you for today's post at Proverbs 31 Mini...Thank you for today's post at Proverbs 31 Ministries. Just last night I was praying to God asking to hold his hand like a child takes a parents as a parent guides them through a busy area or parking lot. Protecting them, leading them, keeping them close, and guiding their steps. Your post today was an affirmation of that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378121614850709360.post-28203948303601139842010-06-28T06:57:24.513-07:002010-06-28T06:57:24.513-07:00When someone was sharing with me, recounting a dif...When someone was sharing with me, recounting a difficult time in his life, and he paused with emotion, I gently placed my hand on his arm, to encourage him to continue and to let him know it was safe. It seemed so natural for me at the time, and I thought nothing of it. Weeks later he told me how that touch connected him to the here and now and pulled him away from the emotions that were in the memory, and how comforting it was to know someone cared. It was such a little thing that meant a whole lot to someone. I'll never forget that.Colleen Reskehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14358300905995171700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378121614850709360.post-85879356884329248302010-06-28T06:56:39.846-07:002010-06-28T06:56:39.846-07:00I have 3 daughters ages 23, 21 and 13 and a 19 yea...I have 3 daughters ages 23, 21 and 13 and a 19 year old son. The girls are so much easier to reach out to and hug or snuggle up with. My 19 year old son doesn't want to be hugged or show any affection but, he loves back rubs. It started when he hurt his back two years ago and there isn't a day that goes by now, that he doesn't ask me to give him a back rub. :) Strangly I feel like it has brought us closer together. Thank you Lord for Jacob's injury.Melissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05586713115875054116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378121614850709360.post-3909937651253797382010-06-28T06:45:54.288-07:002010-06-28T06:45:54.288-07:00Our youngest daughter had back to back surgeries r...Our youngest daughter had back to back surgeries right before her freshman year of college. While in the recovery room after her second surgery, the nurses couldn't control her pain even with the pain meds.Being a nurse myself, I had some lotion in my purse and proceeded to start rubbing her feet. Within minutes she was relaxed and letting the medication do its job.The nurses all wanted to know what kind of lotion that was, but I knew it was the touch!!!Massaging feet is a great relaxer!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com