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
So excited to spend an evening with my best friend at the Matt Wertz concert. We have a lot to catch up on; this is a long overdue reunion.
There will be a highway called the Holy Road. No one rude or rebellious is permitted on this road. It's for God's people exclusively—impossible to get lost on this road. Not even fools can get lost on it. No lions on this road, no dangerous wild animals—Nothing and no one dangerous or threatening. Only the redeemed will walk on it. The people God has ransomed will come back on this road. They'll sing as they make their way home to Zion, unfading halos of joy encircling their heads, Welcomed home with gifts of joy and gladness as all sorrows and sighs scurry into the night. [Isaiah 35:8-10]
i LOVE coffee, my dog, Jesus, holding hands, star gazing, naps, traveling, book stores, playing tennis, pumpkin pie, the farmers market, early mornings, running with my dad, spain, christmas lights, stealing kisses from my love, bubble baths, dress shopping, watching movies with my mom, dancing, skyping with my best friend, forgiveness, ku basketball, getting lost in a good book, text messages, snail mail, fresh flowers, sour patch kids, my nephew, blog stalking, walks on mass st., live music, a good glass of wine, laughing with friends, compassionate people, mountains.