There is a place that I love to be.
This place is my hiding place.
It is the palm of One who loves deep and wide.
At first thought, a hiding place is dark and quiet and small.
But if God is light.
And He is.
Then His hiding place must be light filled.
It must be spacious.
It is a safe place filled with the light of His presence.
Hiding from something is a fear filled response, but when we hide in the One who is creator and a star breather we are surrounded by His songs of joy and deliverance.
My hiding place.
It's not a secret.
The name above every name.
There I rest, not cowering in the darkness, but rejoicing in