Our little lady packed her bags for my parents and I packed our bags for my Mars Hill parents.  The husband and I had blocked out a couple of days weeks ago to get away for a couple of days and just be us.  And the weekend was finally here.  We threw our stuff in the Honda and headed to the hills.

The weekend started with dinner and food went unfinished because we couldn’t share the excitement of what’s happening our way fast enough.  I watched as my husband’s eyes lit up and he shared like he’s known them his whole life.  It felt good to finish a sentence, share new experiences, and catch up with old friends.  It was refreshing to just be us.

That’s the thing about these folks.  You do get this sense that you have known them your whole life.  And you get this sense that they understand everything you aren’t saying.

She and I walked campus and took in all of the changes while the men folks made homemade ice cream.  Tears were shed, laughs were had, and she was Jesus with skin on for me.

We’re home now and I already miss the genuine conversations had around their familiar dining room table.  My heart is full and I am thankful to have had the time well spent sharing hearts and filling in the gaps from our last visit.  Your heart and your story are safe there.  Grace is poured out and love is received.

A little over two years ago, I posted this.  And tonight, I’m reminded of how important it is to be a safe person for the folks you are in community with; the ones you do life with.  And tonight, I’m praying that my heart and my story are safe on this side of the state and that I am a safe person for others.

So I’ll ask you again.  What about you?  Are you a safe person?