Oh the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe
with a person,
having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words,
but pouring them all right out, just as they are,
chaft and grain together.
Certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them,
keep what is worth keeping and with a breath of kindness
blow the rest away.
I can only count on one hand with a finger leftover of people whom I feel this safe with...and that is God's grace too.
Thank you Andrea for this beautiful gift.