When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most 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, 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. ~ Henri Nouwen
God smiled on me today. I asked Him for this.
And now my friend is coming.
My squealing may have woken the neighbors. The windows shook when I danced. I feel light, expectant. Hopeful.
And that, in itself, is a kind of wellness.
She has offered words to heaven when it seemed every prayer I uttered fell in a tattered heap at my feet. She has cried with me, prayed with me. She laughs with me and celebrates with me. Somehow, she sits with me across the miles. I love her.
And we will be together again soon. Such a gift. Read her beautiful words here.
christianne & kirsten photo by kirk