Where are you when you feel most safe? Or perhaps—who are you with? What about that place, that person, feels safe? If you’re like me, what comes to mind is not a cave or a bunker. It might be a place more like home. Maybe it’s that person who makes you feel like you just kicked off a pair of uncomfortable shoes after a long day, and slipped into your sweats, then onto the sofa with a cozy drink. It could be their strength. Their steadiness. Their acceptance; that atmosphere of grace. They’re the person you call to weep with and talk over your bad news; the person who triumphs with you in your good news. They say,
Safe and Secure?
Safe and Secure?
Safe and Secure?
Where are you when you feel most safe? Or perhaps—who are you with? What about that place, that person, feels safe? If you’re like me, what comes to mind is not a cave or a bunker. It might be a place more like home. Maybe it’s that person who makes you feel like you just kicked off a pair of uncomfortable shoes after a long day, and slipped into your sweats, then onto the sofa with a cozy drink. It could be their strength. Their steadiness. Their acceptance; that atmosphere of grace. They’re the person you call to weep with and talk over your bad news; the person who triumphs with you in your good news. They say,