During the busyness of this holiday season, my one year old daughter
caught a cold that wouldn't seem to let go of her. She had it especially
rough at night when she had coughing fits. Being a first time, nervous
mom, I brought her to bed with me after a particularly bad cough.
As we were drifting to sleep, she wiggled around and her hand fell
across my face, brushed my cheek and rested there. I felt as if an
electric current was running through my body. Simultaneously, a picture
came to mind of a most beautifully wrapped gift -- gold foil with
delightful maroon ribbons. I realized that God had just sent a wonderful
message and gift to me about the things I should be focusing on this
Amidst all the buying, decorating, and entertaining, I was shown
through the simple touch of my child the most precious gift of all.
My baby's touch, this year in 1998, must not be so unlike the touch of
another precious child 2000 years ago.
Did his mother feel the same way when his hand brushed against her
cheek? His life was to touch the world and affect all of us. Hopefully,
with my gentle guidance and love, my baby's touch will affect others as she