Feeling Safe


Dedicated to my brother on his birthday:

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 —
Chaff and grain together —
Certain that a faithful hand will
Take and sift them —
Keep what is worth keeping —
and with the breath of kindness
Blow the rest away.

~Dinah Craik

In context from her novel, A Life for a Life:

Thus ended our little talk: yet it left a pleasant impression. True, the subject was strange enough; my sisters might have been shocked at it; and at my freedom in asking and giving opinions. But oh! the blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearlessly on any subject; with whom one’s deepest as well as one’s most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely. 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, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.

Somebody must have done a good deal of the winnowing business this afternoon; for in the course of it I gave him as much nonsense as any reasonable man could stand …

Happy Birthday, Brother Burton!ย 

ย I love you.


4 responses »

  1. I am honored. To be thought of this way is truly a testament to the work God is doing in my life. He has taught me grace, and peace, and understanding (and I am still learning!).

    Thank you Michelle.

    I love you,


  2. You are not only my brother, but my dearest friend.

    How cool is that?
    Considering all those spankin’s I gave you. ๐Ÿ˜›


  3. Having someone who makes us feel safe means no matter what problems we face there is a shoulder to lean on.

    I hope you shared a beautiful birthday together.

  4. Hey, Ed! I have truly leaned upon Burton’s shoulder.
    It’s a good thing he’s big and strong, my mess can get quite heavy.

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