And sometimes – at 4:30 in the morning – we wake up needing to hide from the day, the week, the lifetime.
We Go. We Do. We Add.
So we plan to go somewhere. Do something. Add to the world that crushes us so we don’t feel the pain.
Like pinching the fleshy part between thumb and index finger when our head is pounding. Or pounding our fist when we stub our toe. Or biting the inside of our lip when our heart is wrenched out of its comfortable socket.
Anything to distract from the pain. Even if it causes us more pain.
A New Way
How many times have I been there?
But I got get kind of tired of self-inflicted pain on top of the world-inflicted hurt, so I sought seek Him. And found find a spot. A refuge. A fortress even. A hiding place. Over and over again …
Seek and you shall find that He is your very safe hiding place, too.
“Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you.” Mathew 7:7
“You are my hiding place; You shall preserve me from trouble; You shall surround me with songs of deliverance. Selah “ Psalm 32:7