Safe people, you know the ones who are there for everyone else, listening to them, loving on them, affirming them, providing them with a sense of security. The ones who show up when they’re needed and return with pieces of themselves in shadow boxes stored on shelves for when they have time to be still and know...
The ones who temporarily pause their needs to see about the needs of others, and those who still have their kettle on the back burner simmering while they ensure someone else’s is on broil. The ones who silently cry in slumber so when they awake, they’re slightly refreshed and ready for the pour to fill more cups. The ones on the grind, not slowing down to celebrate the wins, big or small, because there's more to do. The ones with rapid thoughts worried about the day tomorrow--- the day that worries about itself. Those ones. Do you know them?
The very ones who are wives and mothers and daughters and sisters and neighbors. Working. All while maintaining their edges and friendships, hydrating, keeping anxiety at bay, and not looking like what they have been through. Balancing life. Even those who wonder what tomorrow will hold but they’re too focused on healing, so they’re stuck reflecting on today. Yes, those ones.
The very ones who love people and have their backs and turn from cheek to cheek even though the pain from the last face clap was enough to turn them cold and introverted towards the world. Yes, those folks. That’s her. Her and her. Them. Those people. You’ve got to know 'em.
You see, make no mistake about it, God has graced them for such a time as this, and He’ll
continue to do just that, yet, it’s during these times that I’m reminded to remind you that safe people, the very ones you're thinking of, those safe people need safe people and safe places just like you…
Because during this season, they’re in bloom, and the flower that’s evolving needs a safe space to thrive. A safe place to revive.
...and that safe place could very well, intentionally, be found in you. 🌺
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