Tuesday Truth: Hiding Place

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I was a fairly shy little kid.

As the second born, I was used to having an older sister who would speak for me and accompany me most everywhere I went.

I can remember how comforting it felt to hold my mom’s hand when we were out and about. It was a simple, easy gesture that let me know I wasn’t alone. I was guided by someone who knew where we were going, and more importantly, I was guided by someone who I knew and loved; someone I trusted. If I felt timid or insecure, I would tuck behind her legs convincing myself I was fully hidden and protected.

Some kids wanted to run free and exert independence. Not me. I wanted contentment and familiarity.

As I’ve grown, I’m thankful to say I’ve shed the shell of shyness (how’s that for alliteration?) and insecurity. And probably now more than ever, I find myself wanting to feel and embrace freedom and independence…at least when things seem to be going well.

But many times I find myself feeling like that quiet little girl again, wanting nothing more than to take the hand of someone bigger than myself and follow their lead.

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When my heart aches from a sense of loss, when change seems too much to bear, when the path forward is uncertain, when I’m tired out from making decisions, all I want to do is reach out my hand and let someone wiser take the lead.

Even though growing pains yield, well, growth…sometimes I just don’t know the answer. Sometimes I just can’t tell where I’m going.

With Jesus I don’t have to have all the answers. He covers that part for me.

Sigh. Weight falls from my shoulders.

Jesus takes my hand and leads me exactly where I need to go. The more I know Him, the more I trust Him. And the more I trust Him, the more I love Him. Then His hand becomes more familiar to me, and I fight it less and less. Why? Because I come to know and believe it is good.

I have lots of little changes in my life; different senses of loss; and many uncertainties. To some they may seem silly, but to my heart they are significant. It’s hard for me to always believe “the plan” is still good, because what I feel inside isn’t good. But despite what I feel, I am reaching for God’s hand which always leads me in the right direction. And when I need to hide and be protected, He is the best hiding place.

Have you heard this song by Ben Rector? It’s great.