November 26, 2012

My Hiding Place

During the late 80s, I experienced a terrible event that challenged me on every level. At that time, I was in Bible school (the only granny there). One of the professors often began his classes by playing the piano. His mastery of music calmed the class in preparation for learning. On a day when I was about as low as I could get and still function, he played a piece that the class sang. “You are my hiding place, You always fill my heart with songs of deliverance. Whenever I am afraid, I will trust in You…”

That song that day blessed me to the core. I spent much time trying and finally found a recording. Since then, this song comes to mind, comforting me with the truth in its words. God’s promises kept me going back then, and still do as I think of the reality of His grace and protection.

He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” (Psalm 91:1–2)

Sometimes people in distress will hide themselves in their work, or in a hobby, or even something as drastic as emotional shutdown, alcoholism, drugs or psychosomatic illness. These escapes may allow a reprieve from the pain of their experience, but one important thing is missing. None of those human refuges actually do anything for us simply because they are without power. 

Only God can remove or change the situation, or give us the ability to stand and survive. As the psalmist says, He is the “Most High” and the “Almighty” — above and in control, Lord in charge of the events of life. Things, devices, ideas, strategies might manipulate our emotions, but they do not have ultimate control, nor do they care if we suffer or not. On the other hand, God cares deeply, proving it by dying for our sin.

Psalm 91 is a wonderful promise of God’s power and continuing care. He is my refuge, not only during the storms of life, but is my haven when I need to pull away from the stresses of ordinary days when my list is too long and I feel overwhelmed. Hiding in Him always produces peace and rest. 

But He also protects. Yesterday I told someone that I often felt like God’s spoiled brat. He takes care of me. He is in charge of every part of my life and I am deeply aware of being protected by the Lord.

Because you have made the Lord your dwelling place— the Most High, who is my refuge— no evil shall be allowed to befall you, no plague come near your tent. For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways. (Psalm 91:9–11)

Thank You.

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