It’s not often that I feel this completely.

I get lost in my own head; fears, blaming, desires, assumptions, uncertainty.

To not feel safe/secure can become too familiar.

I clamor to build this within myself. Expecting everyone else to follow suit.

Until I experience it again.

I know intellectually where my safety lies.

In Him.

But it is through others and experiences, where it’s felt.

I can’t live on an island and expect to experience this.

It is through community and being vulnerable that I have found this.

Only through this pathway did I find any type of centeredness.

Only through honesty and transparency -given and received, did the magic of His Power allow me to feel this more fully.

A feeling I know and fight to remember is right where I should be.

And yet, even when I cry out, at the last hour, He is faithful.

There is no time limit to His grace.

It’s always available!

Safe and secure in His arms; only ever through my own humility and transparency.

I’m indebted to His grace. Something I do not deserve and yet somehow, it’s poured out in overflowing measures into my life.

That is when I experience safety and security like I’ve never known possible.

“The grace of our Lord was poured out on me abundantly”