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When I was a little girl, we once lived in a big white Victorian style house with a wrap-around porch and inside, a huge staircase.  At least it seemed huge to me at the time. We rented one side of the house from Mrs. Blevins, a really nice rich old lonely lady who loved for us to come and visit.  I remember her serving us warm rice with butter and honey and a little cream.  Her husband had died a few years earlier, and she rarely had company so we became somewhat like her family.  I loved that big old house and I loved the big porch, my family and Mrs. Blevins.  However, there were times when I felt sad or lonely and there were times when I didn’t want to talk to my family or Mrs. Blevins.  I just wanted to be alone all by myself  just to think my little girl thoughts whatever they were.

There were times when maybe I just wanted to feel sorry for myself at that age…who knew?  I was  6-8 years old when we lived there and then Mrs. Blevins died. Feeling sad that I would never see her again, I claimed my spot under those stairs, the best hiding place and no one could ever find me.  Under the stairs there was a  metal grate that I could remove and get inside and watch people pass by to view her body in the parlor, but they could not see me. Up until we moved a few years later, I would take my books and a blanket  and read, or take crayons and pencils and draw or color something.  Sometimes I would just sit and think or wonder if anyone would miss me.  I don’t think I was ever really gone long enough to be missed because no one ever discovered my hiding place.

When I got older and real problems faced me, I viewed them either as a big Doberman or a little Chihuahua.  I was not afraid of the little Chihuahua problems but those Doberman problems scared me to death! I would tell myself ‘I can’t wait until next year.’  I knew that if I got through to next year I would have survived those Doberman problems.  I would wish for a place to hide, like under the staircase,  whenever I wanted to be alone, or to hide from my problems, to write or just to reflect.  There were times when my problems frightened me so badly that I thought that if I could hide under that staircase, my problems would never find me.  They would go away and afterwards, I could emerge when the problems were over.  If only I  could just find a good hiding place….

Of course I could never run or hide from problems… I had to face them head on.  I also knew that it’s all in how I viewed my problems…either I had problems or the problems had me. I determined in my heart that I was bigger than my problems.  But bigger than that, I discovered  that there was God who made the mountains, and He made the trees, He made the rivers that flow to the seas, and He sends the rain when the earth is dry… He’s Somebody bigger than you and I…..’  He was bigger than anything and He was my hiding place.  One day as I was listening to the song, ‘You Are My Hiding Place’ by Selah,  I was reminded that I never had to run and hide from my problems because Not only would He Hide me, He would see me through those problems.  I learned that He could handle my little Chihuahua problems as well as my big Doberman problems.

 

Lord…

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

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
I will trust in You

Michael James