Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Open Palms

There was once a girl who lived in New Zealand and was very lonely. She longed for her friends and her home she had taken for granted. One night, she pressed one of her palms against the wall. She didn't know why, but she felt a little connection. A little bit of home. Maybe her subconscious remembered the action from Pushing Daisies or maybe it was a natural thing to do, but it made her happy.

Years passed, and the girl returned home. When she was happy, she would cuddle up and fall asleep in an instant. But when she was sad, she'd fall asleep with her palm resting on the wall. Maybe she was searching for comfort. Maybe she just needed stability. Either way, it made her peaceful.

Finally, time passed and it became the present and that girl is me. I still put my hand on the wall when I fall asleep. However, I don't do it because I'm sad. See, I still feel this connection. Like there is at least one other person with their hand pressed against a wall. And they are seeking for strength and friendship. Somehow, we support one another. It makes us strong.

So if you ever feel lonely or sad or weak or helpless... pray. Pray with all your heart and then climb into bed and press your palm to the wall. You've got a whole network of people rooting for you. Waiting for you with open hands.

Don't worry, you've got this.

ned + chuck


  1. Kimberly, I love your blog. You always write something I need to hear, and you write it so well. I appreciate this post. Especially the end.

  2. how cool is this? seriously. you're brilliant