I get by with a little help from my friends.

Without friends no one would choose to live.

Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow; Don't walk behind me, I may not lead; Walk beside me, and just be my friend.

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.

Since the Lord is speaking directly to you through journaling, I believe journaling amounts to receiving a personal prophecy. The New Testament limits prophecy to three categories: "edification, exhortation, and comfort" (1 Cor. 14:3).

To gather with God's people in united adoration of the Father is as necessary to the Christian life as prayer.

What recourse do we have but to be of mutual help to one another and to forgive those who fall, since we ourselves have already fallen or are about to fall?

In his ministry to the sick Luther recommended physicians, barbers, and apothecaries. Resort to medicine is desirable, he said, and it is well that physicians and nurses do what they can. However, Luther went beyond most of these physicians in pointing to the mental and emotional origin of some physical ailments. "Our physical health depends in large measure on the thoughts of our minds. This is in accord with the saying, 'Good cheer is half the battle.'"{18}

In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.

Cassie grabbed at the heavy skillet she had hanging on a peg on the wall, and Red rushed to lift it for her. She whacked at his hands with a wooden spoon. "Don't you have any chores to do outside?" "I'm carrying this frying pan for you." Red pried her fingers off it. "Now tell me where you want it.

Now he watched the two of them, joined together against a troubled world, and he knew the lack in his own life.

Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.