The Helping Hand

I have had several other experiences but I am not sure where to go from here while waiting on pending compliances about other stories. One I can share with you that happened about two months ago. I just moved across the country and I was house sitting for my sister. I put the kids to bed in the guest room and was laying on my sisters bed trying to quiet my mind of the anxieties and thoughts that had been keeping me awake since last October. As I lay there with my eyes closed thinking how badly I wished my mom were still here and how I had not anticipated that coming home would be such an adjustment for me, nearly as hard as it had been moving away in the beginning. I lay on the bed with my arms over my head and felt a hand slide into my own. It startled me so much that I actually thought someone had walked into the apartment and I had not heard them come in. I yanked my hand back and shot up looking around, but no one was there. I could not have even mistaken it for the hand of my son or daughter because it was adult sized. It was literally as though someone was standing at the side of the bed, reached over and held my hand. I was slightly uneasy, however I cannot say that fear truly entered my mind. I don't believe it was my mother or my brother, but perhaps an angel? I will most likely never know, but at that moment, someone somehow knew that I needed support and in that way I knew I would never truly be alone. As always, keep asking. The answers will come if we want them badly enough and seek with endurance because this road is very very long. There will always be friends with helping hands and others like-minded will share in your journey with you. You are never alone.