Something I read this morning...
Henri Nouwen wrote in “The Way of the Heart”…
“In solitude I get rid of my scaffolding: no friends to talk with, no telephones calls to make, no meetings to attend, no music to entertain, no books to distract, just me - naked, vulnerable, weak, sinful, deprived, broken-nothing. It is this nothingness that I have to face in my solitude, a nothingness so dreadful that everything in me want to run to my friends, my work, and my distractions so that I can forget my nothingness and make myself believe that I am worth something.”
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And thus, "It Is NOT Good that the Man Is Alone."--or "It Is NOT Good that the Man Is Alone," and thus ...
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