My "S-word" with 6-letters is Safety.
I shudder when I hear it. Ok, maybe not shudder...cringe. Yes, cringe. I'm serious. A couple months ago in church someone said, "There is safety in the gospel." That struck a sensitive cord and sent me into a spiral that took me 2 hours to recover from or if you consider I am still working on it...2 months and counting. It wasn't just that comment, but the idea of safety in general. It is a concept I simpy cannot believe in. As a child I was not safe, one of the people that was supposed to take care of me was abusing me. My home was not safe. Though it pains me to say it, my inner child says, even God didn't save me. Thus, there is no such thing as safety.
One day I mentioned to my 14 yr old son, Caleb, that I was struggling with the idea of being safe. (I don't know what possessed me to do that. I don't usually tell the children those sorts of details, but please believe there was some good reason for sharing, even though I can't remember what it was.)
He said, "You know, Mom, I don't believe in safe places either. Since I was a little kid I have been afraid of something bad happening. What if someone breaks into the house? What if there is an earthquake? So I don't believe in safe places, but I do believe in happy places. A Happy Place doesn't mean you are always safe, but it means that you have family and friends to support you when bad things do happen."
So there you go...thank you all, my friends, for being a part of my Happy Place.
Photo Attriution: Peter Griffin