“There are no 'if's' in God's world. And no places that are safer than other places. The center of His will is our only safety - let us pray that we may always know it!”
- Corrie ten Boom, The Hiding Place
Safety. A relative term, as I can feel safe in places others can't. The reverse is true as well, there are common things that cause me to feel threatened. This feeling of safety is one of the casualties of being a victim of a violent crime, especially a sexual crime. Safety isn't a feeling however. Feeling safe and being safe can be entirely different things. I have fear, the antithesis of safety, that chases me out of every warm and protected environment. Being so chased, I run away from protection. That is why I choose to provoke a potential fight and not run. I despise this fear, and long for safety.
Knowing better than to place my trust in a man, a relationship, a group, a law, or even my own devices, there is only one place I find that I am completely sheltered, in the arms of my Father. When I am spending time with Him, He protects me and holds me, comforting me in my fears. It is there that the feeling of safety is irrelevant, for at that moment I am truly safe. Who can touch me when His strong arms wrap my soul in warmth and his unending love comforts my mind, ablaze with conspiracies? There is a place of safety, that if I will stay, will bring the feelings of the same. There is a place that no man, no terror, can prevail. My discipline is to stay there and laugh at the derision of men.
First written in opinionsofeye.com