Mommy Mondays

Kept in a Safe Place

DIGITAL CAMERAFor three days every January, for as long as I can remember, I’ve attended a Bible conference at one of my home churches. It’s Southern Gospel music, Southern Baptist preaching, Southern fried catfish lunches. It’s very Southern. I very love it. Grin.

This year was no different.

I sat and listened one night as a high school boy who travels 200 days out of the year, singing with his parents in churches, sang a song that I related with in every way. Poked at and joked at for being so “sheltered,” this was his perfect response.

I missed out on heartaches this world feels every day,
and I missed out on a broken home that would steal my joy away.
And I missed out on all the things they said I’d miss out on,
but somehow I’ve a heart of peace while their good times are gone.

‘Cause I’ve been sheltered by His grace,
Kept in a safe place
Protected by the prayers of those who’ve always sought His face
And in a world of shifting sand, I can hold onto their hand
For they’ve guided me in how to run this race
And as the years go on, I’m sheltered by His grace.

And as the years go on, I’m sheltered by His grace.
(“Sheltered” performed by Austin & Ethan, Walk the Talk)

I sat on that green-upholstered, back pew and brushed tears from my cheeks, because at that moment, I was maybe more grateful than I’ve ever been for the family and the story that are mine. It’s not that I think my family is better. It’s not that I think my story is sweeter, or shinier, or more safe than anyone else’s.

It’s because the shelter I was given and the story that I’ve lived…I needed.  

There has always been and there will always be controversy on how much shelter kids need, how many boundaries to set, how safe to keep them from the world; and that’s a decision that should be prayerfully made by every Christian parent. It’s a complicated choice. There’s evidence for every side of every argument. I know. I’ve heard it. I’ve seen it.

But I have lived the safe side. And I’m grateful for that. For this girl, extra sheltered and extra safe was extra good.

I’m grateful that I didn’t see things I didn’t need to see.
I’m grateful I didn’t know things I didn’t need to know.
I’m grateful the protection I experienced at home was a beautiful example of the protection I receive from God.

I’m grateful for parents who put me in a safe place.
I’m grateful for a Father who keeps me there.

Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God in whom I trust.”
Surely He will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover withHis feathers and under His wings you will find refuge.” Psalm 91: 1-4


  1. You do have the best parents ever, it is evident in the young lady you have become.

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