“You are my hiding place; You shall preserve me from trouble; You shall surround me with songs of deliverance.” Psalm 32:7
“You are my hiding place and my shield; I hope in Your word. Depart from me, you evildoers, For I will keep the commandments of my God! Uphold me according to Your word, that I may live;
And do not let me be ashamed of my hope. Hold me up, and I shall be safe, And I shall observe Your statutes continually.” Psalm 119:114-117
“He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in Him I will trust.” “ Psalm 91:1-2
When life is challenging, when you’re hurting, when you’re grieving, when you’re in pain, when you’re way too stressed out, when trouble is coming at you from every side, when the tribulations are relentless and the trials seem never-ending, when the loneliness is like a tidal wave you can’t get out from under, when the depression feels like it’s killing you, when your enemies won’t stop harassing you, when you’re in the pit and just can’t get out of it, or when you’re simply exhausted, and life seems okay, maybe even good, but you’re so incredibly wiped out from trying to keep up with everything, and the kids won’t stop begging for attention and your dog won’t stop barking and begging for a walk, or your cellmate in prison won’t stop talking your ear off, or your buddies at the homeless shelter won’t give you a minute’s peace and quiet, where do you go? Where do you run? Where do you crawl if you don’t even have the strength to run let alone walk? Where do you hide? Where’s your hiding place?
Life is full of hiding places, isn’t it? All sorts of hiding places. Good ones. Bad ones. Bright and sunshine-y ones. Dark and evil ones. Pretty ones. Ugly ones. Nearby ones. Faraway ones. All sorts of places. Ones we’ve been to before. Ones we’ve never considered. Free ones. Cheap ones. Ones that come with a cost. Too high a cost. Dangerous ones. Seemingly safe ones. Escapes. Shelters. Refuges. Walls to keep us safe inside. Arms to keep us safe inside, or so we think anyway. Bed covers to hide under. Sleep to escape in. Relationships to run for cover to. Movies to hide in the dark theatres at. Ungodly hiding places. Adultery. Pornography. Sex outside marriage. Homosexuality. Oh, how the list goes on. Alcohol. Drugs. Food. Sex. Too much shopping. Vacations we can’t afford to go on. Hiding in books. Hiding in magazines. Hiding in everything from A to Z and back again. Sometimes we find comfort in our hiding places, temporary comfort anyway. Sometimes everything but comfort. Sometimes peace and quiet. Sometimes no way. No matter what, when our hiding places are human sought, and human based, and human provided, and human related, and human made, all we will ever find at best is a temporary escape. Fleeting comfort. Ephemeral peace. Maybe a little quiet. Or not.
But there is one hiding place like absolutely no other. The hiding place that is the Lord Jesus Christ. The hiding place that is God almighty through Christ. The hiding place that is God’s Holy Spirit. The Spirit of Christ. The hiding place that is the Word of God, the Bible, and all God’s precious scriptures within it. The hiding place that is salvation, the promise of everlasting life, we receive when we turn from our sins and place our hearts and lives in the hands of Christ Jesus as our Lord. As our Savior. The hiding place of God’s love for us. The hiding place of an unfathomable mercy, peace, and grace that we receive and rest in when we abide in Christ. Dwell in Christ. Spending time in the Lord’s presence. With His Word open in our laps, and in our hearts, before our eyes, in our minds. The hiding place that is eternity with God. The hiding place that is this very moment with God. The hiding place that is meditating on God and His Bible. The hiding place that is His presence. Of being in it. Of leaning upon His bosom as the apostle John leaned on Jesus. The hiding place that is the hope of forever fellowship with Jesus for those who have truly given themselves to Him. The hiding place that is hearing God’s voice. The hiding place that is pouring out our broken hearts, our heavy burdens, our grievances and griefs, our tears and screams and hurts and wounds and absolutely everything, our fears, our worries, our concerns, our needs, all of it to the Lord. The hiding place that is the Lord Jesus Christ. The hiding place that leaves no bitter aftertaste, no hangover, no, “why did I run back to that old place anyway?”, the hiding place that is unconditionally loving, because His love is, the hiding place that is forever. The hiding place who is Jesus. Jesus the Christ.
The “secret place” in Psalm 91 comes from the same Greek word translated into “hiding place.”
Do you have a hiding place? A secret place? Is it Christ Jesus who is Lord? Oh, may it be! And may you ever come running to the hiding place. To this hiding place. To the secret place. To this secret place. To Christ! To Christ, come running! And learn to dwell there. To abide there. To remain there! To be in Christ. No matter the time of day, or night, stop, breathe, sigh, rest, in Him, in Jesus. He is always available for those who turn away from the ways of this world and turn in love, honor, reverence, and adoration, in trust and faith, in longing and hungering, in passion and need, to the Lord.
May your secret place be Christ! May your hiding place be Christ! Oh, rejoice my friend! No matter your troubles, no matter your exhaustion, no matter your need, come, come, come to the hiding place, the secret place who is Christ! Oh hallelujah!