Wednesday, May 09, 2007

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...


Jada's Gigi said...

I too love the concept of being hidden.."in Christ"...knowing that nothing gets to me with out passing through Him..that when I can't handle it..and that is often..He was only waiting for me to give it up to Him to handle anyway...yes, being hidden is a blessed thing.

KayMac said...


Margie said...

you are brilliant.

Deb said...

This old hymn is repeating over and over again in my head...

A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,
A wonderful Savior to me;
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,
Where rivers of pleasure I see.

He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,
That shadows a dry, thirsty land;
He hideth my life in the depths of His love,
And covers me there with His hand,
And covers me there with His hand.

A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,
He taketh my burden away,
He holdeth me up and I shall not be moved,
He giveth me strength as my day.

With numberless blessings each moment He crowns,
And filled with His fullness divine,
I sing in my rapture, oh, glory to God!
For such a Redeemer as mine.

When clothed with His brightness transported I rise
To meet Him in clouds of the sky,
His perfect salvation, His wonderful love,
I’ll shout with the millions on high.