Do you want on the pink blankie?

With that one question, Rupert, our Lhasa wastes no time in finding his way onto the vintage velvety soft blanket that he’s known since a pup. There, he finds his soft place to land — the place where he can exhale fully, rest free from fear, and feel that all is right with the world.

I hear Rupert taking deep slumberful breaths. We all need soft places like that to land, don’t we? For me, some of those places include, but are not limited to:

  • My heavenly Father’s lap. Isn’t that where children often feel most comfortable? This daughter is no different.
  • Anywhere with Brian. Even in difficult circumstances there’s no one I feel more at rest with than my husband.
  • With family. Time with them is pure joy.
  • With friends. “Perfection” is not only frowned upon, it’s dismissed altogether.
  • Okay, just about any place with my favorite coffee mug in hand.

Upon what soft places do you fall?

“You get us ready for life: you probe for our soft spots, you knock off our rough edges. And I’m feeling so fit, so safe: made right, kept right.” Psalm 7:9 The Message