On our way home from church today there was a lot going through my mind. I missed the service due to my toddler having a meltdown and eventually passing out in the car.
By the time church ended and my husband and our baby were back in the car, my emotions were a wreck. I have been dealing with tantrums, my toddlers sudden fear of being alone and a teething baby who can’t fall asleep on his own and still wakes at night.
We were driving home in silence and that is when it hit me. I’ve been overwhelmed with circumstances that aren’t fully in my hands and my husband has been getting hit with my negative attitude. In that moment, I reached over and held his hand.
A single hand held is all it took to break down walls that I didn’t even know I was building.
A single hand held is all it took to bring smiles to our faces.
A single hand held is what brought back our connection that I had been pushing aside because of the stresses of parenthood.
Sometimes, all it takes is a hand to be held to get things back on track.