When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand.
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can 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 a friend who cares.
when I remember to hold you close….
inquiry for today~ when you smile and reach out…..
Some stranger somewhere
you were kind
to them when
no one else was.
Have you read “Return of the Prodigal Son “ by Henri Nouwen ?
No but I may have to now:) I’ve read these-
Turn My Mourning into Dancing
Gratefulness, The Heart of Prayer: An Approach to Life in Fullness
The Art Spirit
Aging: The Fulfillment of Life
A Letter of Consolation
Our Greatest Gift: A Meditation on Dying and Caring
Will have to look into these!