Someone wrote, “Remember that the most valuable antiques are dear old friends.” I thank God upon every remembrance of my old friends.

Did God ever embrace you through a friend’s arms during your time of trouble? When the burden was too heavy to carry alone, did He send someone to help bear the load?

Thank God for the times when there was not enough to get by another day and then came the surprise that helped so much?

And what about the time when a phone call or visit broke the sound of loneliness as a friends spent some time with you, and you felt that God was there?

There is something that I can’t explain, but I know it is true. When I am down, and a friend lifts me back up, I feel as though it was the hand of Jesus that touched me; Yet when we reach out to another who is in life’s storm, we are really reaching out to Jesus.

When God wishes to touch us, He may use the hands of someone’s kindness. We have often been embraced by the Lord in the arms of a friend. I saw the tired and tender fingers of a saint reached up to wipe tears from saddened eyes. I thought of a time when God will wipe away all tears from our eyes.

“While I was praying (somebody touched me) must’ve been the hand of the Lord.” I am so grateful to have more friends than I can count along life’s way.

“He touched me, oh, He touched me
And oh, the joy that floods my soul
Something happened, and now I know
He touched me, and made me whole”