Scratched up.

You set out on a big adventure… sometimes you can come back up a little scratched up. The world has some rough places.Places which can peel the flesh from you in an instant.   Places where there is an illusion of safety.  Places which turn you from whole to raw in a blink of your eye.  You can emerge with bruises and scabs that say…

they say..

they say..

you survived!

You didn’t die.

You did survive.

You can run your fingers along the outline of pain and think, “why has this happened to me…why wasn’t I kept safe?”

or you can think….”I have no known predators… and no matter, I have been kept safe.”

Sometimes you must break the seal of pursed dry lips housing a clenched jaw and just keep saying:

I am safe.
I am safe.

I.

am.

safe.

Until you stop making a declaration to yourself  and it begins to be a prayer of thankfulness to Him.