Open Attachment

It's that place we all have, that place of safety, of comfort, of peace. We find rest there. How long we depend on that place I suppose is entirely up to us. Sometimes the place may not seem safe anymore, we might out grow it's spaces, or we begin to find nothing but restlessness as time goes on.

Yet, there is always a place we can find rest for our weary souls. A place where safety is never an issue. A place where comfort can be found in the most uncomfortable places or positions. A place that isn't always peaceful, but peacefilled.

That place is in our Abba's arms. A place of refuge strength and rest. Why is it that we think we grow up so quick spiritually and yet we forget this place as a babe in Christ we ran to?

Are you running or resting?