Hide Me


I will put you in a cleft in the rock and cover you with my hand … (Exodus 33:22)

Hide Me
                                                 Hide Me

The moment the garage door rattles as the chain pulls it open, my grandactives squeal, “Hide me. Hide me.” They giggle and wiggle under the blanket I throw over them until Pappy says, “Who’s under there?”

“It’s me!” They giggle again as they fling the blanket across the room. Pappy chuckles with them then picks them up for hugs.

Ah, those were the days. Now, the older grandactives get the concept and hide quietly in closets and corners. But if the wait stretches out too long, they peek out of their hiding places with childish whispers, “Where’s Pap now?”

Although our grandactives hide out of sheer enjoyment, I often imagine Jesus hiding me in the cleft of the rock when I’m fearful and in need of protection from the enemy.

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See you in a twinkling,
Brenda K. Hendricks


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