Power in the Embrace ~by Reba Wilson

I am a hugger. I not only hug my honey, but also pretty shoes, and good books. Yet, when I saw strangers coming toward me with arms extended, my muscles tensed in anticipation. I could tell that the fibers were deciding should they become as hard as steel and prepare me for the emotional impact? Or should they become soft and welcoming? My heart beat faster sending adrenaline to my brain and warmth to my face.

My body language portrays if this is friend or foe. I either stick both hands deep into my pockets, extend my hand, or something … Read more ...