In the scrapbook of my mind I still see my children scrambling to search for friends while playing the game of Hide and Seek. Lifting lids, checking dark corners, sneaking behind the barn, looking up in the apple tree, diligently trying to find the one who was hiding. Sometimes in frustration they would walk away from the game before finding the one who was hidden.
I am reminded of how at times we’re all on the same wearisome hunt. Looking for God somewhere in the midst of countless negative news reports and in the maddening rush of daily living.
Yesterday I set out on a deliberate God hunt and discovered the many ways He was right in front of me. I saw Him behind the eyes of one loving friend who gave a gift of rest to another. I heard Him in the sounds of morning perched on the branches above. A God scent surrounded me in the Hand-spun balsam and cedar limbs I walked beside.
I witnessed His obvious touch in the helping hand extended to one who falls.
Last weekend I joined friends on a mountain. There, with unveiled senses, I saw Him everywhere.
There was no place He could hide.
The Father is not one who hides from the seeker. Where have you looked for Him today?
I love those who love me and those who diligently seek me will find me.