Safe.
Sometimes, I like to keyword search songs in my iTunes collection.Today, I decided to do so with the word "safe."When I keyword-searched this, I came up with two surprisingly different songs…The first was Safe and Sound (from the Hunger Games) by Taylor Swift and the Civil Wars, and the second was Safe by Phil Whickham.
If you haven't heard either, I highly recommend both. (Also, I recommend reading all of the Hunger Game series…. interesting reads, for sure.)
Though they're completely different artists and genres, I found it interesting that they both speak to the effect of running into someone else's arms in order to be safe.To trust someone or something other than oneself.There's no doubt that there's safety in numbers. and comfort in dependence.And, might I add, there should be discretion in the choosing of such.I just wonder...what/who are you banking on this year to make you feel safe?
When the clock strikes midnight, it’s time to get home. But what we learn at the ball tonight, we need to make known. Life’s not a party. It’s more of a dance. And thankfully, none of it is left to chance. There IS an Orchestrator. He chooses the songs - He handles the beat. We simply decide what to do with our feet. For now, we sit at our table, content in our seats. We watch all the people. We converse. Laugh. And Repeat. In walks Joy. (We all knew she was invited.) Her presence alone makes everyone excited. She’s an old friend, a sweet soul we all know. She goes straight to the dance floor and (of course) steals the show. Then suddenly, Joy steps off to the side. It seems that something threw her off her stride. It was him. Everything changed when he entered in. A sloppy, stinking young man walked through the door. (People wonder if he’s ever been here before.) With dirty cloth...
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