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?