My Hiding Place

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Mark 6:31 “And He said to them, “Come aside by yourselves to a deserted place and rest a while.” For there were many coming and going, and they did not even have time to eat.”

Last Friday my husband came home from work and said, “Honey, if you feel up to it, let’s take a drive to Prescott tomorrow and I will show you the lake where Travis and I went fishing this summer.” I thought for a minute, trying to think how I could get out of this trip without hurting Jim’s feelings. Then suddenly as though someone else was speaking for me, I blurted out, “that sounds wonderful!” The next morning I kept delaying, and then finally Jim said, “If we are going to go for our drive we need to leave soon.” So at 11:30 a.m. we got into the car and drove an hour and half to Lynx Lake in Prescott, AZ. (picture above)

The drive was so delightful! As we drove, the dry, hot, desert landscaping was becoming green vegetation with rolling hills turning into the beautiful majestic Bradshaw Mountains lined with tall robust ponderosa pines. I gazed up to see the stunning azure blue sky with a few puffy white clouds. As we entered the Prescott National Forest Jim and I rolled down our windows to feel the warm breeze on our faces and smell the beautiful scent of the ponderosa pines. At 5,530 feet it was already 15 to 20 degrees cooler than Phoenix. As we arrived at the 55 acre fish stocked lake my mind immediately went back to my youth in Pennsylvania when we would go to the mountains and swim at the spring fed lakes. Jim and I both mentioned at the same time how this lake reminded us of the lake in Eagle’s Mere, PA. My husband wheeled me to the picnic area where families were enjoying their lunches. We sat quietly under the shade of a trees taking in all the activity around us. There were fathers fishing with their children on the side of the lake; people rowing their boats across the lake; families hiking the gorgeous trails along the shore; and family of wild ducks swim accross to get a morsel of bread from children.

As Jim and I sat holding hands, my mind began to wander as I started to take in God’s marvelous creation. Psalms 111:3 proclaims, “Everything he does reveals his glory and majesty. His righteousness never fails.” Then the song, “You Are My Hiding Place” came to my lips. I felt an overwhelming peace come over me. I thought about Psalm 32:7, “You are my hiding place; You shall preserve me from trouble; You shall surround me with songs of deliverance. Selah.” What calm assurance came over me as God’s Word embraced me; to know that His righteousness will never fail me, He is my ever present help at all times. God is and always will be 'in control' of my life. For the will of God won't lead me, where the grace of God can't keep me.

After about an hour and half, I looked into my husband’s eyes and said, “Thank you so much for bringing me here today. I needed this.” Jim squeezed my hand and said, “Are you ready to go home now?”

It was a lovely day to “ourselves” to rest in God’s Hiding Place.

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