Oh the comfort-- the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person-- having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.
"Friendship" by M. M. Craik
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Who is thy neighbor? He whom thou Hast power to aid or bless;
Whose aching heart or burning brow Thy soothing hand may press. Thy neighbor? 'Tis the fainting poor, Whose eye with want is dim; O enter thou his humble door, With aid and peace for him
This quote was given to Florence by Ruth Brown. Handwritten on a notecard and pasted in the book; it's one of the earlier contributions to the journal. William Peabody was a minister in the early 1800's who wrote hymns.