“Mommy, did you know that when you hug yourself, you are giving God a hug?”
We are lying on his bed in the dark. Prayers said. Waiting for sleep to take hold.
“I never really thought about it like that before.”
“It’s true, you know, because He’s always there.”
“Where did you learn that?” I ask, envisioning my creative friend who is his Bible teacher on Wednesday nights.
“I just now thought of it.”
I wrap my arms around myself in the dark, breathless with the thought that within this body is something holy.
He’s always there.
Yet, I walk around on these feet, unaware most moments.
The Holy Spirit lives in me. This Person of the Trinity dwells within this flesh and blood.
Is there no greater mystery than this?
I’m hugging myself tonight, that I might touch God.
Beloved, He is always there.
“Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body.” (1 Cor. 6:19-20)