The Comfort of Being Held

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Being loved fully exists in a quieter, deeper love, the love that feels not like a celebration, but like a sigh. It is the safety of being held, not just in arms, but in someone’s heart. The profound comfort of feeling, for once, that you can put down the weight you’ve been carrying, and it will be guarded while you rest. A safe harbor in the human experience of a storm.

This world can be a loud and unpredictable place. We armor up to move through it….voices modulated, smiles timed, shoulders braced for the next impact. But being loved safely says, “Rest, I got you.”

The questions this love asks, “Really, how are you?” and means it. It is the space where your untidy truths and unpolished thoughts are not only accepted but sheltered. In this harbor, you are not a problem to be solved. You are a person, coming in from the cold.

They built a comfort designed by the architect of peace. Safety built in quiet increments:

·The way they remember to open doors for you. Make sure you have food.

· The way they hold your hand in silence.

· The way they see your anxiety rising, they simply move the conversation to a quieter room.

· The way they say, “We don’t have to talk about it, I’m here.”

This simple comfort is an architecture of small, knowing actions… walls built not to confine, but to protect the softness within, where permission is given for you to be fragile. In this safety, in this comfort, protection allows vulnerability.

You find yourself speaking the thought you’d censored all day.

You let the tiredness show in your eyes.

You admit, “I’m not okay,” and instead of fixing, they say, “I know. Sit with me, let me hold you.”

This is comfort…the freedom to fall apart, with the unwavering knowledge that the pieces will be gathered, not judged - that your fragility is met with a steady, gentle hold. It is the soil where real healing begins to root.

This is the kind of love that operates on an unspoken pact: I will be your soft place. I will not weaponize what you show me. Your fear is safe with me. Your silence is safe with me. Your history is safe with me. You are safe with me.

To be offered safekeeping is one of the most loving and great gifts a human can give. To receive this level of comfort is how your nervous system learns a new language: one of trust, of ease, of breath. It tells the deepest, most guarded parts of you: You are home.

In that unfolding in that glorious, terrifying, beautiful surrender to being known and kept safe, you discover the purest form of comfort. It is the comfort of finally being able to stop holding your own breath, because you are held, instead, in something far more reliable, the sure and steady sanctuary of love and comfort.

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Rosaline Jackson-Stewart, aka Roz

Rosalind Jackson-Stewart, aka Roz

A fierce mother of five, loving grandmother of 21, Rosalind is full of an overprotective, all-inclusive love for those who belong to her. She loves fiercely, completely, and believes in giving one hundred percent of herself.

A lover of words, random facts, researching, and the Bible – Roz writes her thoughts, dreams, and inspirations to share with her closest friends.

A firm believer of love, life, laughter, and loyalty, seeking any opportunity to take a quick road trip or a mini-vacation.