21 hugs, 2 children, 18 (possibly more) adults (1 husband, 17 church friends)
Come Sundays I really don’t know how many people I hug. I get so wrapped up in the act of hugging that I completely lose track. I love that. This Sunday was no different. And, to top it off it’s official. I HAVE become that hugger in church. You know, the one that hugs everyone. When we turned to greet each other today, I officially hugged every person around me. Sure, I am still holding on to a little bit of the what if they don’t like it feeling, but I realized something on the way home. They don’t have to like it. They don’t have to hug me. I am going to hug them because I want to. Because I want to make them feel as welcome in the church as I do. Why should I hold back something I want to do and make myself uncomfortable just to keep someone else from potentially being uncomfortable? It’s like this:
Fact: I will be uncomfortable if I don’t hug those around me.
Fact: I will feel great about myself knowing I expressed my love to others in the best way I know how.
Unknown: They will not like it.
Unknown: They will feel uncomfortable.
Unknown: They will like it.
Unknown: They may need it.
Unknown: They will be grateful that I took the initiative.
So, if I know I can control the way I feel and giving hugs feels good to me then isn’t it work the risk? I mean, I have a 50/50 chance that they will like it too. (actually those odds are probably higher) Yeah, I’ll take that risk any day.
And here’s the way I will spend the rest of my day. Go GIANTS!
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.