Friday, July 3, 2009

A Friend

"When we honestly ask ourselves which persons in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, would stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is the friend who cares."

Henri Nouwen
Out of Solitude

1 comment:

  1. Oh, for the love of a who lingers near my door in times of distress,and stretches out a hand...and who says little but feels largely; one whose very glance radiates tenderness,sympathy, and loving kindness...and who penetrates the very soul of me.
    Mae Lawson
    I'm praying!
    I love you, Lorie


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