Safe Place

I came home the other day feeling a bit emotional and overwhelmed.  I sat on the couch and my roommate instantly knew I wasn't myself.  She looked at me and asked, "Katie, what's wrong?"  I didn't have the words to explain at first, so I replied with, "I don't know I'm just...  I feel like crying."  Her response wasn't to hug me or try to make me laugh, but instead she said, "Go ahead and let it out. This is a safe place."

Those words have rung in my head for the last two days.  My new home is my safe place.  It's a place where I can find (my friend's) mom or my roommate (basically my sister) anytime and talk.  I can lay on her bed, and she will pray for me.  She will just listen and not have to try to say the right thing.

With those words ringing in my head for the last few days, I continually visualized this face...

I keep thinking, where's his safe place? Who does he have praying for him? This child is one of the many that we helped serve a meal to in the Dominican Republic.  It's likely that he eats only once a day, and I'm not sure what his living conditions are like.  I can only imagine.

Today as I lay in my safe place, I pray for his.  I pray that today someone will show him Christ and that he will come to know that he will always be safe in His arms, no matter where he is.