Solace

Solace - allay, soothe
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To borrow from the moody Blues, my boat sails stormy seas, battles oceans filled with fear.

I carry with me in my hold such delights as OCD, agoraphobia, xenophobia, paranoia, and last but certainly not least, depression. With these treasures I make my way through life's currents. I steer my vessel with care, but sometimes the currents carry me away, pull me off course, bring me to strange places.

Adrift, I am, some days.

Every boat hast a home port. The place where it may anchor, rest, restock, refresh. Where is mine?

I have found a sanctuary, a place of comfort and safety. When my spirit flags, when I falter, when I am worn and weary, there is a place...

There, wrapped in the circle of Someone's arms, I am safe, protected, cherished. Safe harbour. Whatever storms rage without, inside that sacred space, I am calm. A lifetime of uncertainty, of insecurity, of loneliness and spiritual bereftness fades, and I know I am blessed.

He gives me solace.