In his book, The Last Thing We Talk About, Joseph Bayly shares his honest feelings about the death of one of his children and two caregivers:

Picture #1:  I was sitting, torn by grief.  Someone came and talked to me of God’s dealings, of why it happened, of hope beyond the grave.  He talked constantly.  He said things I knew were true.  I was unmoved, except to wish he’d go away.  He finally did.

Picture #2:  Another came and sat beside me.  He didn’t talk.  He didn’t ask me leading questions.  He just sat beside me for an hour or more, listened when I said something, answered briefly, prayed simply, left.  I was moved.  I was comforted.  I hated to see him go.

Which kind of caregiver are you?

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