July 26, 2011

Hiding Place

you are my hiding place

Did I mention I have a knack for fitting myself in small spaces? 
When I was a kid in Pennsylvania, my hiding place was under the stairs in the basement. In California, in my bedroom as a child, my hiding place was behind the corner piece of my furniture. As I've grown up, my hiding place has become a bathtub. 

Psalm 32:7, "You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance." 
I'm reminded again and again that God wants to be my hiding place. He wants me to run into His arms with my joy, hurts, and everything in between. 

Hiding Place by Starfield
In the shadows, I can hear Your voice,
Singing to me
In the valley, I can hear Your heart,
Reaching for me now
And I weep flooded with the strength of Your peace

You're my defender, the shield of my heart
You are my hiding place
When terror surrounds me, You keep me from harm
You are my hiding place

In the darkness, I can feel Your light,
Wrap around me
In my suffering, I can feel Your joy,
Rising in me now
And I weep, flooded with the strength of Your peace

Here before You, Jesus
In this place,
Here before You now,
Face to face

Under the shelter of the Most High
Will I be safe, and will I abide

1 comment:

  1. hahaha sometimes i forget all the random weird things we have in common. when IIIIII WAS A KID IN PENNSYLVANIA i also hid under the stairs in the basement. but i also hid in suitcases. hahahaha. and we for some reason had tons of tables that were like folded down that i hid in too... and decided to carve my name into.