For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God.
A few days ago; I almost started worrying. Worrying about the president and his vision for this nation. Worried on a much more personal level, about my kids and their futures in this country. I don't think there will be a miraculous turning around, frankly. The Bible doesn't indicate that there will be a reversal in the progress of wickedness. So if I believe what I believe, our prayers will slow the progress of evil and our goal is to influence people toward a relationship with Jesus-the only relief that we'll ever know. Still, I live within a body of flesh and the limited mind of mortality (at least for now.) And so, sometimes, I start to worry.
Sometimes I wish that my kids were facing adulthood in a different era; one with clearer morals and principles. More wisdom, less "smart." Sometimes I think a little too hard and then very quickly, daily peace and joy can dissipate into not fear but sadness. Sadness for how sweet life was created to be and how bitterly we live it. So as I stood at my kitchen window absent-mindedly turning worry over in my hands like a piece of china, the Holy Spirit answered my unasked question. Should I worry?
"No. God has hidden them." God has hidden my children. Evil cannot find them, in His hiding place. It might brush past us and we will even catch the scent of it as it settles like a dark cloud. But truly, in the deepest places where the soul lives, we are hidden.
Obamacare (the latest worry,) will crumble if God so ordains. If not, the Lord will hide us. Laws will change to legitimize immorality only if God allows it and if He does, He will hide us from the fall-out. And so on.
Where will He hide us? In the moment, He hides us in our home and families. That's why it's so important to me to cling to the old-fashioned and the simple. More importantly, He hides us in eternity.
I've started to thank God for hiding my children. It has become my daily prayer, continue to hide us. Blind the enemy to us. Make us invisible, guard the small and simple things that fill our hearts with joy and peace.
This is not a prayer I pray "hopefully," it's one that bubbles up out of this new realization. We're hidden! Whew! Safe at home...