Can I Hide From God?

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Can I Hide From God?

By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer

When my youngest granddaughter plays hide-and-seek with her daddy, she sees things only from her perspective. She has no idea she’s giving away her whereabouts.

Perhaps in her innocence she reasons like the cartoon ostrich: “If I can’t see them, they can’t see me.”

How many of us as adults have tried the same thing, asking, “Where can I hide from God?”

Can we get so far away from Him that He won’t find us?

No.

Adam tried that and it didn’t work.

Elijah thought he’d sneak in undetected. That didn’t work either.

Balaam attempted a short cut and even his donkey had a thing or two to say.

David, the great shepherd-king and giant-killer wrote:

I can never escape from your Spirit!
I can never get away from your presence!
If I go up to heaven, you are there.
If I go down to the grave, you are there.
If I ride the wings of the morning,
if I dwell by the farthest oceans,
even there your hand will guide me,
and your strength will support me.
I could ask the darkness to hide me
and the light around me to become night–
but even in darkness I cannot hide from you.
To you the night shines as bright as day.
Darkness and light are the same to you.
Psalm 139:7-12

Just because I can’t see God doesn’t mean He can’t see me.

I know hunters who have become disoriented in the dark of a moonless night and feared they might not survive.

In the black bowels of Colorado’s Cave of the Winds with the lights off, I couldn’t see my own hand. But God could.

Honestly, I’m glad.

I’m glad there’s nowhere I can go that He can’t find me.

I’m glad He sees me where I am and how I am, because He’s the only one who can pick me up, clean me off, and set me on my feet again.

Happy the day we stop hiding from Him and hide in Him instead.

Hide me in the shadow of Your wings. Psalm 17:8

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Caleb hung the pitchfork on the wall and hauled in water from the hand pump. His new basin and pitcher rested on an upturned crate, and he washed his hands and face. He changed into his clean pants and shirt, thankful that he’d stopped by the barber’s the day before for a haircut.

If he wasn’t careful, gratitude might become a habit.

He reached for his Bible and found the passage he’d read last night by lamplight. Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?

An honest question that Caleb hadn’t been willing to answer.

But he couldn’t hide from God forever. Not even in Cañon City at the edge of nowhere. It’d be a long winter if he kept running from the church folk in town, especially since he wanted to get a lot closer to one in particular. ~Loving the Horseman

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