Oh, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person: having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them out. Just as they are – chaff and grain together, knowing 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.
Dinah Maria (Murlock) Craik, 1826-1887
What does a person want?
I believe, as one of Jan Karon’s books is so aptly titled, we want to be somewhere safe with somebody good.
But what does that mean?
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