“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, The Road to Daybreak
I have a deep bench of friends like that.
And a few days ago, one of them walked into my office.
She came in to ask a question, but instead, I interjected my own, “Hey Megs, what did you think about the latest blog post?”
Things to know about Megan: 1) she is 100% a verbal processor, 2) she loves and serves me by being a hard-truth teller, and 3) she encourages me often about this blog, knowing how hard it is for me to lay my words on this altar.
Knowing these things about Megan, I expected an immediate response. I did not expect what actually happened next.
Standing with me in the heartache, the loneliness, the insecurity of being single.
No words can describe what I saw, what I felt. It was one of the most powerful moments of my life: My married friend, weeping about my singleness.