Friday, February 24, 2012

The Hiding Place

My frame was not hidden from you Psalm 139:11

You have to love the way children hide their eyes and believe it cloaks them with invisibility. Even better, our dog- Sasha seemed to be under the impression that if she couldn't see the poop on the carpet it wasn't there. Confession time: I often wish it was that simple.

There are moments I have desperately needed to disappear. Those foot-in-mouth situations that happen when I have more words than wisdom. As for the poop part, yes, well, that too. Sometimes I am the only one in the room working hard to believe my sin does not stink. (Sorry. Lent is making me thoughtful.)

Francis Frangipane makes a point that the unchanging, unconditional love of Christ is the perfect shelter that allows us to unpack our dirty laundry and get cleaned up without the shame of it destroying us.

Bad habits, bad judgement, thoughtlessness, sin that makes the dog poop look good, none of it makes Jesus look the other way. He isn't hiding His eyes and He loves us too much to let us pretend it isn't the rebellion it is.

Only three days into Lent and I am getting brave. I have help. I am letting the Holy Ghost go after the wild, untended tracts of land that have not fully surrendered. Those parts of me that have become less hospitable the longer the 'No Trespassing' sign has been allowed to remained posted.

Christ sees me and loves me and has a plan for all that unused land. The plan is for a glorious fruitfulness. My surrender hurts me in the moment. This too He understands. That land cost Him dearly. I love Him too much for His capture of my heart to have been incomplete. When I behold His outstretched hands nailed east and west over my life, my heart cries, "Take it all!"

The only place to hide is in Christ. Invisible to sin's penalty. Cloaked in victory. Bold and beloved. Eyes uncovered. He took me by the mile. I now surrender the inches.

For you are my hiding place...You surround me with songs of deliverance. Psalm 32:7


Thanks to Brenda Johnson for the suggestion of this song:

(John Sebastian hiding in the bushes thinking himself invisible.)



  1. What a privilege to be "cloaked in victory."

    Blessings to you - Marsha

  2. Love this! Was just listening to John Michael Talbot "Hiding Place"...

    1. Brenda,

      Thank you for the suggestion. I added that song to the post.


  3. Joonbug aka Brenda Johnson... ;)

  4. And this is why I love King David SO MUCH - when he blew it, it was usually a huge, stinking mess, and the feeling I get from scripture is that he just lived in front of God, knowing God saw, and embracing the fact that God embraced him in spite of himself. The God who isn't afraid of the mess...that's the God I love so much. -K

  5. Jumped over from Michelle's and I could not agree with you more that the only place to hide is in Christ!

    Blessings, beth

  6. Your heart beats so strong for Him. My. Good, good words here. God-honoring words here.

    The relentless pursuit of the Father astounds me.