Taking Mum's hand, I whispered "Are we really safe, here?
“Strength? Safety, I said. And in that moment I realized that Id always equated the two in my head, but they werent the same thing. Sometimes people were strongest at their most vulnerable, dangerou...”
“When bridges seem to give way, we fall into Christ's safe arms, true bridge, and not into hopelessness. It is safe to trust! We can be too weak to go on because His strength is made perfect in utte...”
“Having low self-esteem and a shield of lard are not guarantees of safety. Having a warrior spirit, high self worth (most people are assaulted by someone they know, so if you think you're only worth...”