As my hands reached for the iPhone, I found the timer app and set the limit to five minutes. The moment I touched the device, my thoughts ran from the idea I'd decided to write about to this question.
How long each day do I hold this device in my hands?
A life measured by moments created by a device in my hands is a life missing real moments.
My baby son reaches for my hand during church, and he holds it. He is in middle school. That fact alone makes our hand holding precious. I don't want to miss real moments of hand holding, tear wiping, hug gathering because my hands are full of devices.
Jesus, today would you help me put down the devices in my hands, and go grab real life?
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