Showing posts with label Friend. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friend. Show all posts

Sunday, 3 February 2013

The day Thou gavest Lord hast ended


For some reason this just spoke to me today.

I thought, is is about:

rest at life's end?

or

an angel whose work is done?

Why was it speaking to me?

Then I read its' title.

It is called 'Angel of Grief'.

Today is the 3rd February. A year ago today I lost my best friend.

Angel of grief - yes.

But, I think of my friend - a woman, a minister, whose work here on earth was done.

And I am glad that I knew her.

Glad that I shared such a wonderful, sparkling, journey with her.

Glad that she is now at rest at life's end, in the company of God and all the hosts of angels.


Thursday, 12 January 2012

A silent friend




“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 J.M. Nouwen, The Road to Daybreak: A Spiritual Journey


Saturday, 3 December 2011

The Sifting of Words

File:Dinah Maria Craik (née Mulock) by Sir Hubert von Herkomer.jpgThe book 'A Life for a Life' was written by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik (pictured right) is not one you come across everyday. In fact, it was published in 1859. She herself considered it to be her best work. Although very old, it is now available courtesy of the British Library who have worked alongside Microsoft to digitise around 65,000 of its 19th Century books.
I came across this book earlier this evening when I was looking up one of my favourite poems. Rather, what I thought was a poem. The 'poem' turns out to be a quotation from Dinah's book.

It is a favourite reading of my friend Pauline and I. For it speaks of a relationship between friends that is safe,  honest and full of trust. It goes like this:-

"But oh! the blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearlessly on any subject; 
with whom one's deepest as well as one's most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely.
Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person -
having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, 
but pouring them all right out, 
just as they are, chaff and grain together; 
certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, 
keep what is worth keeping, 
and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away."

What a blessing indeed and surely one of God's greatest gifts.