Sometimes I want to hide

When the world seems as if all is evil and everybody has ulterior motives, I just want to run and hide. When people fail or disappoint, or take personal jabs against me, I just want to be tucked away and held close.

When life is so uncertain, as it is right now for us, I just want to escape. (Miami sounds rather nice at the moment.)

We are (once again) in a huge real estate battle, namely with the buyer's agent. Nasty words have flown towards us (in emails, not in person....said person is evidently too cowardly to say these things out loud), and I spent the better part of yesterday in tears, doubts abounding. What if this is all called off? What will we do then?

I must remember that God is for us. I must remember to PRAY, taking it to the Lord before I get frazzled. I must also remember that my Father told me I can rest and hide in Him whenever I need to.

I remember this praise song from years and years ago, hearing it blare from Mom's stereo almost every day, as it was on one of her favorite compilations. I remember singing it in church, and then in youth group. Now I find myself singing it to Gardner as I rock him before bedtime. Why, oh why, don't I remember to recall it (or even sing it) when life truly does get rocky?

"You are my hiding place....
You always fill my heart with songs of deliverance
Whenever I am afraid
I will trust in You....I will trust in You
Let the weak say
I am strong
In the strength of the Lord...."
(1981, Maranatha Music)

"You are my hiding place; You will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance." (Psalm 32:7)

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