The power of a touch #Livefreethursday

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Welcome to live free Thursday

Linking with my friends at  http://www.tsuzanneeller.com   for Live free Thursday.  I realize Thursday is almost over so sorry for the delay .. but well I have been busy playing like a big kid in our 6 inches of snow we got last night.  This is A BIG deal for us southern folks.. it just doesn’t happen much , so we made sure to have some fun .

That hill is what is between me and my wonderful neighbors/friends house, and my other close friend lives in my duplex, so it is just so fun. 
I was reminded to day the beauty of community.
The gift of stopping life to just play.

I think we should  that more often. 

I digress.
Today’s prompt over at Suzie’s place:  the power of touch.

Now my love language according to the love language test is touch.  Which sounds so hokey, but I really do love it when I get a good ol’ fashioned hug.  It just fills my heart .

But when I think of the power of touch, a story comes to mine that I will never forget.
In John 5 Jesus touches a lepor.  I don’t think I really understood what  big deal that was.  Leprosy was not something I was  familiar with.  It’s not like we run into people here tha have leprosy.  Or like the in the old testament days when they would run around declaring outloud, “unclean” when a lepor would walk by.

Stricken with a disease that made you unclean, unfit, unable to be in society.  Alone .  Condemned.
Untouchable.

When I lived in Nepal I visited a large leprosy hospital.  I walked up and down hospital wards full of those people that were stricken with a disease that  made them look “untouchable”.
Many of them would live out their days in this leprosy colony.

I will never forget  the hug.

I  was talking with a lady clearly  suffering from leprosy.  Her skin was grossly damaged and  very hard to look at.
But she was a lady in need of love.

I hugged her and told her Jesus loved her.
As I hugged her, she sobbed.
She said you are the first person besides a doctor to touch me in years.

I pray in the moment she felt Jesus touch her to.

Jesus touches us.  He declares us clean.  Holy. Uncondemned.  No longer set apart.

He has touched me.
When was the last time we celebrated the power of a  touch?  

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  3. My daughter’s love language is touch, too. She is always near by looking for a hug of encouragement or a touch of acknowledgement. It is not my love language, however, and I have to work hard to keep that in mind. However, a touch from His heart upon my own always softens my resolve and allows me to look at her through His eyes, and what a blessing to see the way His touch brought wholeness and healing to those who needed to know they were loved by that very avenue of grace He gave. Great reminders! Thanks!
    Blessings,
    Dawn

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