Safe

Safe.

It describes so many thoughts, 

so many things.

Safe is a place where we store valuables.

Safe is where we keep the things we 

most treasure, the things we hold dear.

Safe

is

a feeling we want, a sense we desire,

to be safe,

to find a place to hide 

from the storms.

Often I hear people describe

the desire to be safe,

to hide,

to find a place where

fear

and worry

and the world 

won't touch us.

Safe.

In this world it seems to be

elusive,

unobtainable.

It seems there is no place

that is

safe 

any longer.

In the dystopic world

we live in we all hunger for

safe.

And yet it eludes us.

There is no safe place....

there is no place to hide.

But there is one who offers it,

one who says to all of us,

"The Lord is my rock, my fortress, and my savior; my God is my rock, in whom I find protection. He is my shield, the power that saves me, and my place of safety."

There is a safe place, it's someone....it's in the God who made us.

There is "safe"

nowhere else.

There is no other place to hide 

from the storms all around.