Vulnerable, Like a Bird by Henri Nouwen
Life is precious. Not because it is unchangeable, like a diamond, but because it is vulnerable, like a little bird. To love life means to love its vulnerability, asking for care, attention, guidance, and support. Life and death are connected by vulnerability. The newborn child and the dying elder both remind us of the preciousness of our lives. Let’s not forget the preciousness and vulnerability of life during the times we are powerful, successful, and popular.


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January 3, 2013 at 11:00 pm
Debbie
This one really quieted me, Helen . . .thank you for sharing it! I don’t like being vulnerable , but I need to be.