Like the lamp post in C.S. Lewis’s The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, this vine-draped cottonwood tree beckons me into another dimension. Each time I pass it, my inner child urges me to step through the portal into a place where the impossible could happen.
My grown-up self sees it as a hiding place – a refuge where I can escape daily assaults and mundane duties.
Sometimes I just want to hide.
My favorite author felt the same way. David the shepherd-king wrote:
Rescue me from my enemies, O LORD,
For I hide myself in you. —Psalm 143:9 (NIV)
What better place to take cover than in the Lord God Almighty? He knows everything about me and still loves me. Is there anyone safer than that?
Sometimes I need to hide.
And soak up His strength.
And learn again like a little child that in Him, the impossible really does happen.
How about you?
You are my hiding place; —Psalm32:7 (NIV)