Safe space

Summer break is almost coming to an end. Such relief! Teachers can gladly have their kids back to school. I still wonder how teachers in KG and lower primary do it. They are the real heroes!

This long break, my son’s energy level has been over the roof. His capacity to play, turn the house inside out and shout has been epic! When he begins to sing, the roof just blows off.

But then, if a child cannot comfortably make noise, laugh at the top of his voice and litter the floor with toys, where will he feel such reckless abandon to be himself without being told how to behave?

We all need that safe space – where we can be vulnerable without fear or shame!

Dinner table should be that safe space – where we relieve the experiences of the day. I don’t see why manners and etiquette should count when the family is at the table.

The master bedroom should be a safe space – where you give, share and take without holding back. Where you can cry and laugh without being judged. Where you can rant and fight, create and build, love and live!

The church should be a safe space – where we can dance like David did, soak in the word without doubt, be beside yourself without thinking, lay at the alter and weep like a baby, worship with fevor as the heart pants like a dear before the brook and draw mercy and help into our reservoirs for times of need!

A friend should be a safe space – to whom you can share your ideas and get honest feedback without criticism, hold hands and get warmth without misunderstanding!  

Quiet time is a safe space – where you get lost in deep koinonia with your father and empty your deepest thoughts that you dare not share with anyone else without being upbraided.

Outside the safe space is role play – there are expectations everywhere else.

We all need the safety net that the safe space offers to stay sane!

What is your safe space?

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