Holding Hands

October 12th dawned beautiful, warm and sunny. A day perfectly suited for hiking. My family and I loaded up and drove an hour or so to a state park. The best part of taking a long road trip was the fact that he was sitting by me. The fall scenery was simply stunning.
We walked down beautiful trails, the splendor of fall was in its full glory. Along the way we picked up little symbolic things and talked about what they meant.

A red leaf: The blood of Jesus.
A purple flower: Royalty. Yellow center: The light of the world. Green stem: Everlasting life.
A fern branch: New life.
A rock: The stone that was rolled away.A dead stem: Crucifying the flesh.

A white mushroom: We are white as snow.
Berries: Fruit of holiness.

It kept our minds focused upon heavenly things…..

As the evening drew to a close we found ourselves sitting on the glider swing on my porch. We discussed the evening and prepared to say our goodbye’s. He told me that it was the best birthday he had ever had. I grinned and told him that I had prayed for a fulfilling day and God had certainly blessed it. He began to share with me his testimony about us, the influence that I had on his life in the past and when God called him to begin our relationship. I soaked in every word. He was so open and honest. Eventually we moved on to prayer.
“May I hold your hand?” he asked.
I was overjoyed as I offered him my sweaty palm. It was the first time that we had had any physical contact. We prayed and ended yet another perfect day.