I would like to think I am empathetic.
Actually, I've been blessed several times by a friend who told me how much my empathy blessed her. I can remember two distinct times: once a friend was telling me about a heartache with her soon-to-be husband and another time a friend was talking about her ailing mother. Both times, I could only sit with my friend and cry. I wanted words of wisdom to share, but they evaded me. Instead, I just cried.
Maybe that's why I like this post by Molly Piper so much. If you don't know Molly's story, take a moment when you get to her blog to read about the heartache she's been through. Then, read her recent post on Imagining. I think you'll be blessed!