He chose to hold my hand

We were walking in a parking lot and Gabriel needed to hold someone's hand. He had lots of options. He chose mine. Then Moriah did too. He had no idea that this morning I was struggling and had a conversation with myself that included "I just want someone to hold my hand once in a while. I miss that.  A lot." 

That conversation turned into a prayer of submission and acceptance that included me surrendering and acknowledging that God has been faithful, always, to provide exactly what I need, when I need it. 

Not necessarily what I want, but ALWAYS what I need. 

This is proof. 

Not just one hand was held, but, lavishly, both. 

A little later he came up to me and out of the blue said, "I love you grandma."

God sure does love me well.