Tis the season
There is much to be grateful for
I have hope
A God who loves me regardless
Family
A roof over my head, soft pillow to lay my head
Senses to delight in the things of this world
The capacity to love and be loved
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"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
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