The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge, but fools despise wisdom and discipline. -Proverbs 1:7

Wisdom is supreme; therefore get wisdom. Though it cost you all you have, get understanding.-Proverbs 4:7

Saturday, September 22, 2012


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. -Henri Nouwen
9-22-95 0747 AKDT...

Last year, I posted this.  This year, I wasn't going to say anything. 

There is everything to say and yet nothing to say.

Some things must be learned the hard way and through a process one would never wish for; but yet a process one can look back upon and be afraid of who one would have become had it not occurred. 

How else would I have learned about humanity?  And community? 

And powerlessness?

One moment will always be the marker of time for me.  The moment which determined the rest of my life. 

Is it selfish to possibly be grateful I have such a moment in time?  This is not to say I would choose it again if I was able to rewind time, but only to say through one horrible event I have received much. 

Stuff I grasp dearly and do not know how I would possess otherwise.  And, at the same time, still grasping to keep hold of what was lost.

17 years...healing is a mystery to me.