(Don't) Keep Your Hands to Yourself

This entire post might (and probably will) make me sound crazy. But you know how I do. I'm going to just go out on a limb and say that I firmly believe holding hands is a testament to not only a God, but a divine creator.

One of my best friends calls it interdigitating. When you lace your fingers through someone else's fingers. How powerful is that? Not only is it the one form of PDA that I will really tolerate, but I think it's a miracle in itself.

Hold up your hand in front of you, fingers together. (I will excuse you of this task if you are in a public setting.) There are your four fingers, all sitting tightly together, no space in between, like planks of a fence. And then there is your thumb, hanging out below the other digits, but still tightly snuggled into the side of your hand, a part of the group.

Now take your two hands and lace your fingers together. They fit together perfectly! Your fingers can spread out just enough to allow room for your other hand's phalanges. If that weren't enough, think of the concept. It seems like slipping your fingers into someone else's would not be that comfortable. It is after all bony parts all matched up. But God has given us just enough layers of skin and fat to make the spaces between our fingers the perfect home for someone else's fingers.

... maybe I am crazy, but I'm just saying... God is good. So go hold hands with someone, it's a God-given gift to humans.