~Henri Nouwen
søndag, august 27, 2006
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.
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For en fantastisk blogg. Ja detta må jeg følge med videre på!
veldig bra sagt iallfall!
yo eva.
nei det der var en lyric jeg skrev til mannen BAK mr.pitbull.
jeg har bestemt meg for å være sint på eksen. hæh!
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