Safe?

I came across this piece, this morning, over on one of the grief accounts on Instagram.  It's interesting that this is part of a posting *sort of* talking about religious beliefs: the fact that her (late) husband was an atheist, and left her with the thought that we die, and that's it, and that she didn't have much background, growing up, about religious ideas or concepts, and it's kind of vague.

But, towards the end, she notes that when you met your "person," it might have been "... the first time you felt completely safe."

And, of course, recently I was talking about the word, and idea, of "safe," and the fact that it's actually a lot more complex than we initially think, and sometimes has inherent contradictions.  In security we examine that idea much more than most people ever do, but even without the security aspects it's complicated.  Just try to define "safe."

Gloria was the safest I have ever felt with anyone.  I could tell her *almost* anything.  But there were still things I *didn't* tell her, because I knew she couldn't handle it.

Which is another reason why I find the piece so interesting.  She talks about "completely safe."  In our world, safety is never perfect.  We are not perfect.  Only God is.  Only God knows everything about us, already.  And still loves us.  So we are safe ...