For a long time,
this little corner of the web
was my place.
I decorated it,
hung a picture or two,
and laid out my words…
that were only read
by my cousin,
and my sister.
It was safe.
At some point,
more read me
and I linked it on facebook
and even more read my words
and some left comments
and some were offended.
Some told me so,
some kept it to themselves, I think.
After a few rounds of that cycle,
I wanted safer.
So I built up some walls around my place
and only offered light-hearted
or people-pleasing posts.
So I stopped writing.
It seemed easier.
I’m all about safe.
Until safe no longer cuts it.
Something happened to me
in one of my safest real-life places
that brought me to my knees.
I’m still putting the pieces back together
and in the process I’m realizing a vital lesson…
safe is not necessarily strong.
Safe avoids anything that could be broken
but broken things that are mended
are often stronger than they were before.
Jesus is strong.
Jesus is safe
but following Jesus is not.
Instead of safe,
I want Him,
to be mine.
He is my safe place.
Write this letter to the angel of the church of Philadelphia.
This is the message from the one who is holy and true,
the one who has the key of David.
What he opens, no one can close;
and what he closes, no one can open.
“I know all the things you do, and I have opened a door
for you that no one can close. You have little strength,
yet you obeyed my word and did not deny me.”
Revelation 3:7-8 (nlt)