In my writing is where I find you. It’s where my heart becomes so vulnerable in Your presence, sharing the deepest parts of me. I pour out all that I feel and everything else. You know all things before I even speak or even write. Yet you desire to hear all about it. I sit before you with my fingers on my keyboard and you stare at me with a deep desire to read what I am about to type. How you take delight in me, this way. Your love for me has no end. Your heart rejoices when I pour my heart unto you. Your heart rejoices when I open mine up and trust you with what I share. You’re my safe place, no other place have I known. I trust you with what I share, because I know You will never remind me of it. You take the darkest stories of my life and cast them into the depths of the sea, remembering them no more. Oh, how I’m in love with you; you with me. -Heart of Grace
He Delights In you
For the LORD your God is living among you. He is a mighty savior. He will take delight in you with gladness. With his love, he will calm all your fears. He will rejoice over you with joyful songs.-Zephaniah 3:17
Like a parent who sits eagerly waiting to listen to what their child has to say, even though they already know, so is our Heavenly Father. He takes great delight in sitting with you hearing all about your day, about your life, and especially about the most vulnerable things.
God is the only safe place.
“Hurting people desire to have a safe place. A place where they can release what they feel inside, without being judged or having things thrown back in their face.”-Stephanie
In this world there are a lot of hurting people. I used to be one of them. I never had that safe place where I could pour out my heart. Counseling didn’t help. I was always so closed off. The times I would open up, only left me hurt even more, as what I would share only turned into a weapon against me.
Writing has always been my “safe place,” that’s helped me let go of what I carried inside. It was then that I started feeling free. It was my way of not holding anything back. I found freedom in writing. Even more so now that I have God in my life. I write to him, knowing that nothing will ever get out and that He will never throw it back in my face.
He is my refuge, He is my safe place to be myself and be vulnerable.
When all else fails, let Him be your safe place. Let Him be the that place where you can open up and share your heart’s deepest secrets, deepest pain, deepest parts of you. He delights in you. He desires to hear all about your troubles, your joys, you. Let His love be your healing. Let His open arms be your strength. Let His eyes see you with acceptance and worth. You are loved.
In letting go, is where we receive.