Seek and Hide

There is a lot of talk about and more than a few sermons preached regarding hiding from God. Being raised in church this has always been a concept that has escaped me as I pretty much always figuring he has his eye on me.
I have a different perspective on God and hiding. That is that sometimes, God hides me. This may be my favorite part of God. Loner, reader, anti-social introvert extraordinaire; I am very fond of being hidden.
When I am frail I think God hides me from the enemy. He makes sure I'm never caught in a battle that I can't win. I believe that at my weakest moments; the devil can't even see me. This of course, leaves me foolishly figuring when things are dark and scary, I must be able to deal with it or I wouldn't be in it.
When I'm tired of body, mind or spirit God hides me from the world. He nudges me to go to bed, take a bubble bath, quiet down. He gives songs to people to sing over me whether it's in church or on a CD. He even gives me a quiet spirit from places I'd never think to seek it. Just the other day I was laying on my bed upstairs staring at the ceiling feeling worn when Mac came home from school and I heard him turn on his radio, to our local Christian station where he was listening to a Christian talk show. Just the voices of other believers in the background of my life hides me from the noise of the world.
When I am angry he tells me to hush and more often than I used to, I listen. He hides me from my own instincts and tendency to self-destruct.
Our problem is that we run to war when sometimes, we need to retreat. Not a retreat of hope or faith, but from the fighting. For just a little while we need to be hidden.
I have made mistakes when I thought hiding was for cowards and so I pushed through God's hands to stay in the game.
I am grateful now, to be hidden.
Psalm 17:8
Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings...