Hello old friends, new followers, and fellow bloggers–
Today is Monday. Yep, I survived another week and as I begin a new one: gratitude, relief, and a sheer “OMG I can’t believe we’re still in it to win it” fills my heart. However, today I wanted to share something on my heart with each of you. DISCLAIMER: Today’s post will be super real, transparent and utterly vulnerable. But, that’s the way I desire to be with each of you, for we can only help each other when we remove the masks. So, beloveds (in my Iyanla Vanzant Voice) take a deep breath, let’s go!
I believe that one of the best feelings in the world is the feeling of safety. l mean safety is better than PSLs from Starbucks, better than holiday meals, even better than a vacay with no cell service so my clients can’t contact me. Like most individuals in the world, I value safety: physical, emotional and spiritual safety. If you’re in an environment where you don’t believe you are safe to be yourself, it can be emotionally crippling. Ladies and gents, this is why I carry my life as a safe space- a place where people can come, confide and hide in love and compassion. This is where it gets real though…I’ve been a safe space for many but it is extremely rare that there has been someone in my life that has been a safe space for me. Over the past few weeks, I’ve been searching for my safe space. Quickly disappointed, I’d shut down and became emotionally unavailable to those around me.
Let’s be real, those who are super loving are usually the ones that have experienced the most pain. Those who are super accepting of others are typically the ones who’ve been rejected by many. Those who are the “strong” one in their relationships are typically built that way because of traumatic events surrounding their weaknesses. I have been all of these things…rejected, in pain and have experienced trauma.
Overall, my soul sought safety.
You know what? I came to the conclusion that if I never have a tangible safe space, a person by which I share my fears, concerns, desires, triumphs, and hardships- I’ve found safety in the Father. For reals, though He is not tangible, He is all around and He is a safe space. The best things about Him: He’s consistent, He doesn’t change, He’s reliable and He’s always available!
This I declare about the Lord: He alone is my refuge, my place of safety; he is my God and I trust Him.
I bet when David wrote those words, he was seeking a safe space. He was on the run, his father-in-law was insane trying to kill him, his wife didn’t help him, he had no communication with his best friend, and he was utterly alone. I know what it’s like to feel alone like no one truly understands the contents of your heart. David knew this loneliness all too well, but even in the midst of his pain, he recognized what he had: the Father. The Father was his safe space, and He is mine.
May you find refuge in the love of God! May the Father give you a safe space/a community that will love you well!