My little grandson loves to play hide-and-seek, but he hasn’t quite got the hang of it yet. Little Mighty Man runs around my feet chanting, “Find me, Nana! Find me! I hide.”
He then makes as much noise as he can opening and closing the bedroom closet door, or shoving the potty across the floor so he can stand behind the door in the bathroom, or sneaks behind the curtains -in plain view. Sometimes I’ll call out “Little Mighty Man! Where are you? Oh, dear, I can find him!” and he will immediately drop a tiny little hint. “I’m in the closet!”
Nothing is worse than a game of hide-and-seek when the seeker is distracted by a phone call and isn’t actively looking. We want to be found.
Sometimes, when God has me in a dross-burning season in my life, I think it would be nice to just slip away for a while. “Flee as a bird,’ the psalmist said. I argue that the cost of removing contaminated, moldy ideas from my mind is too much. That which was supposed to be a simple renovation in my heart has resulted in tearing down walls and lifting flooring that has served me quite well thus far. (Well, good enough.) I just want to escape from the confusion and hide for a while.
But I’m hiding with my feet sticking out. Please look for me, Abba. Please laugh and pick me up and hug me when you lift the curtain.
You go before me and follow me.
You place your hand of blessing on my head.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too great for me to understand!
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.
How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.
They cannot be numbered!
I can’t even count them;
they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
you are still with me!
(Psalm 139:5-12, 12-18)
Charis: Subject to Change 
Oh what a lovely and inspiring post. I love the application of your grandson with his hiding game.
BE ENCOURAGED! BE BLESSED!
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Thank you, Francine. Children teach us so much. I adore them.
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BEAUTIFULLY written and endearing post~ Blessings friend ~Deborah
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Thanks, Deborah. Our heavenly Daddy has a personality and He adores His children. Sometimes He chastises, sometimes He shares inside jokes, and sometimes He gives fun gifts for no reason other than love, but He is always good.
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I get to play this regularly with some dear children. To look at it through God’s eyes is even more of a treasure. Thank you for sharing that perspective. “How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.” He doesn’t want us hidden from Him. Bless you!
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Thank you for your kind comment, Judy. His thoughts about you are indeed precious.
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