“There is a primal reassurance in being touched, in knowing that someone else, someone close to you, wants to be touching you. There is a bone-deep security that goes with the brush of a human hand, a silent, reflex-level affirmation that someone is near, that someone cares.”
― Jim Butcher, White Night
In the deep of night... when I wake suddenly, nothing is more comforting than reaching over for my husband's hand. Yes, I know God is with me all the time, and my heart feels the comfort of the Lord... but that hand is the human side of me that needs the reassurance or security.
When someone loses a spouse, it is one of the hardest emotions to deal with. It is the loss of human touch. No one to hug you, hold you or kiss you. You suddenly have an emptiness where you once had warm human touch. When this has been part of your life for fifty plus years, it leaves a gaping hole as warmth seems to flood out of your body into the silence.
God will sit with you in your silence and if you allow Him to enter, He will bring to you just what you need.
"My eyes are dim with grief. I call to you, LORD, every day; I spread out my hands to you." Psalm 88:9