When their fingers touched she felt his warmth. Something lurched within her. That simple motion was the type of thing she'd missed most about not having a man in her life -- not the showy public gesture, but the tiny, cozy moments that no one else knew about.
It was as if God was saying to her, "Depend on Me, not a house, not a job, not an object. Only Me."
"Only You, Lord," she murmured aloud. "It's all gone or going, Lord."
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