I too have experienced one of His hugs and I will never be the same.
People have wondered why I do what I do—and why I don’t do what I don’t do.
A wise man has recently said that an opinion can never compare with an experience.
I had an experience.
Just like I can feel the warm sun heat up my skin right through to my bones in my Arizona summer desert, I had an experience every bit that real as a teenager, and it has influenced every decision every moment of my life.
I Was Well-Hugged
I grew up a well-hugged child. When I felt happy, my mother hugged me. When I felt sad, my mother hugged me. I always knew I would find love, safety and peace wrapped tightly in my mother’s arms, safe in the cavity of her hug.
When I was 14, I went to music camp at BYU. I took the 12 hour drive with friends, and then found myself…
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