My Hiding Place
Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble;
thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance. Selah.
Psalm 32: 7
At low tide we see many hermit crabs
moving among the rocks. At first
observation the homes of these little critters appear bulky, awkward,
cumbersome…burdensome. Heavy, hard
shells with no give. They certainly
don’t enhance mobility. When I’m
picking one of these sweet critters up, they quickly pull back into the shell
and all of a sudden one very big advantage of this home pops into my head…their
body is well protected; this home is pretty much impregnable. To get to the body of the crab you would
either have to break through the hard material of the shell or risk being
pinched. What a perfect hiding place.
In reflection
to our lives, trails often appear awkward, cumbersome…burdensome. It might appear to many that a mantle of
illness, financial difficulty, or strained relationship doesn’t enhance ones
mobility. Yet the outward house the
Lord has given each of us today is the clothing of circumstance. And it is in this circumstance, the place
the Lord has chosen for each of us that we are under the wings of His
protection.
There are
worse circumstances, those more cumbersome, than those mentioned. Circumstances that literally kill, steal,
and destroy the health of your spirit.
The circumstance of pride, anger, self…with how many of these has God
used the circumstance of your life to shelter or deliver you from?
Thou art my hiding place and my shield: I hope in thy word.
Psalm 119: 114
Abba,
You have died for me; help me to live in You, resting in the place of the
circumstances You have chosen for me today.
Within Your chosen circumstances, Abba, pull me into the secret of Your
tabernacle, hide me, and set me upon the Rock.