Eyelids grew heavy, but bodies continued to wiggle and turn. One arm flopped over toward another body, and Big Sister instinctively stretched out and covered the tiny hand with her own. Almost instantly, both girls settled – at peace, holding hands, knowing that this reach out into darkness returned with the reassurance that they were not alone.
This simple act, shared between sisters, melted my mama heart. But in the throes of Holy Week, it also brought forth remembrance of another hand stretched out.
The most likely scenario is that of Jesus, outstretched on the cross. Yet the one that came to mind was just a little while earlier, on the Mount of Olives (taken from Luke 22:50-51):
image by Tamara Lackey