Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble; thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance. Selah. Psalm 32:7
Today, I am in awe once again at the ways the Lord loves me. How He speaks exactly to what I need to hear and when I need to hear it. He is just good like that. Oftentimes, there is so much going on that truthfully, I just want to steal away to a place where I can shut off my brain and not think and just rest. However, there is not a place where the Lord is not found, so wherever I choose to go to hide, He is there. I thank Him for being a hiding place when needed because it is there where I can find rest for my soul; it is there where I can find refuge, comfort and peace from the world and honestly, even myself.
The word for me over the past couple of weeks has been to rest and if by any chance you know me personally, you know that this is a hard thing for me. Even if I am physically resting, my mind is not, it's ever going, ever thinking, even when I’m asleep. Not because there are current or ongoing storms raging in my life but because it's just in my makeup... the thinker. God, in all of His wonderfulness has and is making every provision for me. I just sometimes need to be rescued from myself, my thoughts and the constant barrage of having to think through every little thing that concerns me.
David writes with the thought that he would be safe under the protection of God; being hidden, concealed or veiled from the enemy; a place of preservation from the trouble that sought him. If by chance you are in need of a hiding place, a place where you can feel safe and secure from the storms that may be raging in your life, I know that in God, there is a resting place (Ps 119:110-116). He is there waiting for you and me at all times. Always there in time of need, sheltering us from the storms of life and everything that it brings. David made it a point to tell us that God was his hiding place.
Today, I declare that thou art my hiding place, God. In you I can find a place where I can be surrounded with protection, safety and security and I know that I am safe; safe in your arms, safe from all (and myself) that would try and hinder me from resting in Him. I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust. Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence. He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler (Ps 91:2-4); I'm going to be snuggled nicely under the shadow of the Almighty. In you Lord, I have a great hiding place where I can sing songs of praise, songs of gratitude, songs of deliverance, songs that fill the air with the joy of my salvation! Where is your hiding place?
Until the morning, be blessed,
Cynde
Today, I am in awe once again at the ways the Lord loves me. How He speaks exactly to what I need to hear and when I need to hear it. He is just good like that. Oftentimes, there is so much going on that truthfully, I just want to steal away to a place where I can shut off my brain and not think and just rest. However, there is not a place where the Lord is not found, so wherever I choose to go to hide, He is there. I thank Him for being a hiding place when needed because it is there where I can find rest for my soul; it is there where I can find refuge, comfort and peace from the world and honestly, even myself.
The word for me over the past couple of weeks has been to rest and if by any chance you know me personally, you know that this is a hard thing for me. Even if I am physically resting, my mind is not, it's ever going, ever thinking, even when I’m asleep. Not because there are current or ongoing storms raging in my life but because it's just in my makeup... the thinker. God, in all of His wonderfulness has and is making every provision for me. I just sometimes need to be rescued from myself, my thoughts and the constant barrage of having to think through every little thing that concerns me.
David writes with the thought that he would be safe under the protection of God; being hidden, concealed or veiled from the enemy; a place of preservation from the trouble that sought him. If by chance you are in need of a hiding place, a place where you can feel safe and secure from the storms that may be raging in your life, I know that in God, there is a resting place (Ps 119:110-116). He is there waiting for you and me at all times. Always there in time of need, sheltering us from the storms of life and everything that it brings. David made it a point to tell us that God was his hiding place.
Today, I declare that thou art my hiding place, God. In you I can find a place where I can be surrounded with protection, safety and security and I know that I am safe; safe in your arms, safe from all (and myself) that would try and hinder me from resting in Him. I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust. Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence. He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler (Ps 91:2-4); I'm going to be snuggled nicely under the shadow of the Almighty. In you Lord, I have a great hiding place where I can sing songs of praise, songs of gratitude, songs of deliverance, songs that fill the air with the joy of my salvation! Where is your hiding place?
Until the morning, be blessed,
Cynde
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