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 rest.
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)
