Day four: the gift of friendship

I was listening to the Book of Job on my audio Bible this morning.

In the second chapter, I heard of Job's friends and how they put on ashes and ripped their robes apart to mourn with their friend, Job.

I was particularly impressed when in the 13th verse, I heard what his friends did for seven days and seven nights... they sat there with their friend and no one said a word.

Wow...

I learnt this morning that sometimes, being a friend means knowing when to keep quiet and just allow your presence to do all the talking

Being a friend means knowing when a word is needed and when silence is all that is needed.

I am looking at my life and I cannot help but be grateful for the many people I have come across: the acquaintances who became friends and the friends who have become family.

Today, I write to say "Thank you" to all those who have passed through my life and for those who have pitched their tents in my life.

Yes, there are those who are no more as close as they were before; but in all sincerity, I appreciate every one of them and the lasting impressions they've made in my life. You all have helped shaped me into the person I am today.

To God be the Glory!

Going forward in these days, I look forward to being taught by Holy Spirit, what it means to be a friend and how to be a good friend.

I pray same for you too.

With God's love,
Sharing Life.

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