Every baby enters this world reaching out or up.
Instinctively, we crave knowing that if we reach, somebody will come to pick us up.
Babies grow up, but this desire never leaves.
We learn to mask it, but the question remains.
Many of us learn to be the ones who pick up and hold. But inevitably, even for pastors and nurses, parents and life-nannies, life takes us back to that First Question: If I hold up my arms, will somebody – ANYBODY – pick me up?
Be the “yes” to somebody’s First Question. Tomorrow, it may be you who’s doing the reaching.