Just now I had a conversation my friend. Someone who is really special too me, but because of my oblivious nature, I never realised I had such a beautiful friend beside me.
Today she told me that she was in tears, and because she is a friend of mine, I would never want to see her in tears. Yet she taught me something. She showed me some text, that explain to me why she cried:
Why Women Cry...
A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?"
"Because I'm a woman," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said,
"And you never will."
Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does
mother seem to cry for no reason?"
"All women cry for no reason," was all his
dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still
wondering why women cry.
Finally he put prayed to God who would surely know the answer.
When God responded he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"
God said: "When I made the woman she had to be to be made special. I made
her shoulders
strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet
gentle enough to give comfort. I gave her an inner strength to endure
childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children. I
gave her
a hardness that allows
her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and
take care of her family
through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
gave her the sensitivity
to love her children under any and all
circumstances, even when her child
has hurt her very badly. I gave her strength to
carry her husband through
his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect
his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his
wife, but sometimes tests
her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.
And lastly, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers and only hers
exclusively to use whenever she needs it.
She needs no reason, no explanation, its hers."
"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman
is not in the clothes she
wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she
combs her hair.The
beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because
that is the doorway to
her heart - the place where love resides."
I might sound a bit emotional at the moment, but I have to admit I read this text over and over again, and this story became more beautiful as I read it over and over again. Now people, wouldn't you agree that I have a meaningful friend? :).
The better I seem to understand her, the more loveable my friend becomes, just like this part of text. This is something that will last forever in my mind, while my friend is someone who will always hold a special place in my heart...... forever.
