Holding Hands

Something I must make quite clear from the start, I am no writer. This blog will not be elequent or poetic, or even correctly punctuated and the spelling will be horrid. This was almost called I rarely make sense.org. However I have alot in my head and heart and I thought I'd share.
This Blog is called My hands held for several reasons.
The first is that I love the image of God holding my hand. Its a tangible image for me because I have felt the security and support and even intimacy that comes with holding hands with a loved one. It gives strength to keep moving. It brings a smile to my face just knowing somebody is there to hold my hand, standing by my side wanting to be there, no questions asked. It is something I can hold on to, litteraly, and I love that God puts me in His amazing hands and holds me so close, it truly is an amazing image.
My second reason ties into my trip to Kenya, which you will hear alot about because its on my heart constantly. However, there was a specific instance in which hand holding is particularlly relevant. There was a 2 year old girl with downs syndrom at the hospital I worked at. She had a hole in her heart. The surgeons I was with fixed that hole. She was then in the recovery unit, somewhat under my care. She was rather tempermental and unhappy. Probly felt very unsafe in with all of these foreign white people poking needles into her. I was the first one to feed her and take care of her one on one after surgery. She was precious. She was tiny and so sweet once she got used to me. After our first few encounters she began to trust me to the point where I would walk in the room and her hand would go in the air for me to hold. She'd hold my hand as tight as she could with those tiny hands until she slept or until I would walk away in which case she'd hold her hand out till i came back. The picture above is her sweet hand, precious and tiny. I would do anything I could to hold that hand again. Her name was Chellingot. I knew her simply as Peanut :)
Sorry for rambling, I do that. I'll try to be more concise in the future.