I Will Carry You

There were photographs I wanted to take.
Things I wanted to show you
Sing sweet lullabies
Wipe your teary eyes
Who could love you like this

People say that I am brave but I'm not,  

Truth is I'm barely hangin' on,  

There's a greater story

  Written long before me, 
Because He loves you like this. 

I will carry you,  

While your heart beats here,  

Long beyond the empty cradle,  

Through the coming years,  

I will carry you,  

All my life,  

I will praise the One,  

Who's chosen me

to carry you, 

  

 Such a short time,  

Such a long road,  

All this madness,  

But I know, 

 That the silence, 

 Has brought me to His voice, 

 And He said, 

 

"I've shown her photographs of time beginning,  

Walked her through the parted sea, 
 Angel lullabies
No more teary eyes, 

Who could love her like this" 

I will carry you,  

While your heart beats here,  

Long beyond the empty cradle,  

Through the coming years, 

I will carry you, 

 All your life, 

 I will praise the One, 

 Who's chosen me,  

To carry you.

true friendship

“There is a twilight zone in our hearts that we ourselves cannot see. Even when we know quite a lot about ourselves-our gifts and weaknesses, our ambitions and aspirations, our motives and our drives-large parts of ourselves remain in the shadow of consciousness. This is a very good thing. We will always remain partially hidden to ourselves. Other people, especially those who love us, can often see our twilight zones better than we ourselves can. The way we are seen and understood by others is different from the way we see and understand ourselves. We will never fully know the significance of our presence in the lives of our friends. That's a grace, a grace that calls us not only to humility, but to a deep trust in those who love us. It is the twilight zones of our hearts where true friendships are born.” 

  

“Dare to love and to be a real friend. The love you 

give and receive is a reality that will lead you 

closer and closer to God as well as those whom God 

has given you to love.” 

The Wounded Healer

When we experience the healing presence of another person, we can discover our own gifts of healing. Then our wounds allow us to enter into a deep solidarity with our wounded brothers and sisters.

 

To enter into solidarity with a suffering person does not mean that we have to talk with that person about our own suffering. Speaking about our own pain is seldom helpful for someone who is in pain. A wounded healer is someone who can listen to a person in pain without having to speak about his or her own wounds. When we have lived through a painful depression, we can listen with great attentiveness and love to a depressed friend without mentioning our experience. Mostly it is better not to direct a suffering person’s attention to ourselves. We have to trust that our own bandaged wounds will allow us to listen to others with our whole beings. That is healing.”

-Henri Nouwen