What do we hide from? Truth, lies, God, ourselves? Depending on the time of life (or day) I could answer yes to all . . . .
You’ll remember when the phrase of the age was “I’m trying to find myself.” For me, it was just an excuse to keep looking. If only we could be as determined to find the One who can help us find ourselves.
While reading Psalm 139 this morning, I thought of our out in the open hiding places. It’s amazing as humans how we think we can outwit Omnipotence.
When my kids were very young, I loved how they hid behind their hands and believed they couldn’t be seen. I would ask baby son, “Where’s Tommy?” With bangs and tiny hands to cover him, he waited still and silent. In his mind he disappeared while standing in front of me. It only works when we’re two.
To hide means to conceal, to keep secret. Only three chapters into the Bible and we come across the word for the first time. . . when innocence was stolen in the garden.
They heard the sound of the Lord walking in the garden in the cool of the day and the man and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the Lord among the trees of the garden. Genesis 3:8
With a God’s eye view, Father asks, “Where are you?”
Shame sent the dust-man into hiding, behind leaves, then came excuses. God knew where he was, but He wanted Adam to know where he was.
In nakedness before Him.
He asks the same question of us today.
David writes in Psalm 139: Lord you examine me and know all about me. You know when I sit down and when I get up. You know my thoughts before I think them. You know where I go and where I lie down. You know everything I do. Lord, even before I say a word, You already know it. You are all around me, in front and in back, and You have put Your hand on me. Your knowledge is amazing to me. It is more than I understand.
I don’t need to read the remaining verses to realize I can’t hide behind excuses, I can’t even hide in the dark. He wrote my story in the dark of my mother’s womb. Even darkness is not dark to Him.
So, He wins, He found me! in my self-made pit . . . And, I’ll praise Him to my last breath . . . and then I’ll praise Him forever!
You are my hiding place. You will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance. Selah. Psalm 32:7 (NIV)