My Hiding Place

Beautiful! How very beautiful the garden looks during the last leg of autumn—its final glories lingering a little longer in the stretch of the seasons, like jewels under November's golden sun.  As in the spring of their prime, some of the roses are again in full bloom. What a lovely vision they offer to the tired eye in the warmth of the day, adorned in their beautiful reds and creamy pink crowns. They seem to be applauding the Creator, as if saying: “Thank you! Thank you for another chance to shine!” 

Can this joy I found in nature be impersonated in our human life! Can we imitate roses in our joy for the house of the Lord--our place of refuge from the turmoil of this world and the place we turn to when life overwhelms and to where we can turn to in times of crisis. 

David’s love for the Lord was deepened by worshiping Him.  His psalms are filled with a longing to abide in God’s presence, within his house.  In Psalm 26:8, he declares, “Lord, I love the house where you live, the place where your glory dwells”.

Our hearts, too, acknowledge this yearning.  We seek you, Lord, our hearts look after you with quenching thirst.  May we dwell in you, all the days of our lives.