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. 

Jesus. 

The name above every name. 

My light-filled, 

God-breathed,

protected place. 

His palm. 

There I rest, not cowering in the darkness, but rejoicing in 

His Light. 

Bravo, God!