Secret Places
Children love hiding, under blanket forts or in freezer boxes, in places where feelings outweigh cost. Hallways echo with laughter and steps as parents race after wobbly legs. When the lost are found, protective arms encircle warm skin, and tender hearts quieten in solace. As time passes hands open, and children learn to choose and grow and venture out.
I toddled into a mysterious world of lawn and woods; I discovered a favored childhood sanctuary. My secret refuge, hidden under summer’s branches of a sprawling virgin dogwood tree, nourished dreams within an expansive circumference of green. Nestled under blue skies and against the strong tree trunk, I played with dolls and snacked, furtively watching neighbors tend to lawns and families. The smells of cut grass linger.
We can’t purchase these moments. We can’t buy laughter or security. It’s not possible to compare the cost of things acquired with the value of moments intrinsic. The richness of living lies in the ways we feel and not in the things we touch.
As we age and chase memories, the desire to be safe and find refuge returns. We’re drawn back into days before crises and relive times, shielded and protected from harm. Regardless of past, present, or circumstances, we can find sanctuary again.
God provides secret places – hidden places for all who trust.
“He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in Him I will trust.”
-Psalms 91:1-2 (NKJV)
We need shelter from life’s everchanging storms. Shifting winds unleash doubt, darkening clouds create anxiety, and crashing waves erode confidence. We’re assailed with fear and regret as we’re chased by thunderous disappointment, hurt, and worry. We’re blinded amid these storms and can’t see paths out. Lightning bolts illuminate failures and once again, legs wobble.
Toddle. Limp. Walk. Roll. Run. Flee to safety into God’s permanent, protective fortress. His steadfast shelter will not fail. The real storm lies in ignoring God, not disappointing Him.
Emotional storms quell when spiritual storms overcome.
We will continue to be battered, but we are no longer defenseless. God is our refuge, our strength. Jesus paid the price with his blood so we could find our way. God remains our faithful Father waiting for His children to run into His arms.
He knew we would become lost and need a place to return, as well as an eternal place to go. His hands open wide so we can choose, learn, and spiritually mature. Our hiding place to quieten and regain strength is secure. God’s eternal shelter holds firm as He encircles us in His arms and hides us in His love.
