I Am Hidden

For in the day of trouble He will conceal me in His tabernacle; In the secret place of His tent He will hide me; He will lift me up on a rock- Psalm 27:5

“Hide Mommy, the bull is coming”, these are the words I hear when I think of hidden. Here in Birmingham, Alabama, we have a professional hockey team that just came back into existence after an extremely long break. Growing up, my favorite thing to do on a Friday night was go to a Birmingham Bulls hockey game, and one day, in what seemed like out of nowhere, they went away. Twenty-something years later they started back up, and now I get to make memories with my kids by taking them to the games.  

A lot has changed in the many years the team has been on break, but the excitement is still the same as I remember. My two-year-old loves the excitement as well but is not a fan of the mascot, Toro the Bull. And honestly, we kind of milk it to get her to mind at times. Now, before you go and judge me too harshly, just know I only use it to my advantage when nothing else seems to work. All we have to say is “The bull is coming” and, boy, does she get it together and her listening ears magically appear. Sometimes she plays along on her own and will grab her blanket and cover our heads up, and she gets real quiet and says, “Hurry, hide, the bull is coming.” Under our fort, she feels safe and hidden, and even though it’s just a piece of fabric, to her it’s her own safety net.

As an adult, I get it, because when I am facing something scary or something that I don’t quite understand, all I have to do is call out to God for help and He hides me in the shadow of His wings. I might not know what tomorrow holds or what His plans are for my future, but I do know that He told me not to worry about what tomorrow holds and that He has great plans for my future. He is my rock and my fortress and my stronghold. I picture myself kneeling in the valley at God’s feet, and His loving goodness just wraps around me as a shield of protection just like the blanket my daughter hides under.

When I look back at everything God has “hidden” me from, all I can really do is thank Him the best way I know how. I’m still here — living, breathing, and standing — and to Him I owe it all … thankful for His love and mercy and that His plans are to prosper us and not harm us, plans to give us hope and a future.

Next time you are faced with a situation that has you wanting to cover up and hide, please know that we serve a great God that wants to do nothing more than cover us and protect us.

Close your eyes and picture this.  You’re kneeling in a valley at God’s feet and His guiding hand is completely covering you like a blanket from whatever is being thrown your way. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed (2 Corinthians 4:8-12).

I don’t know about you, but that gives me such an incredible feeling knowing that I am covered and protected no matter what is thrown my way. God will keep me as the apple of the eye; He will hide me in the shadow of His wings (Psalm 17:8).

Rest in knowing you are hidden…Because you are what God says that you are!  You are enough!

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img_4435Amy Cosby is a sinner saved by grace with a heart for God and a love for people.  She is the wife to a daredevil tower climber, a mother to two preious girls, and the glue that keeps her office together at Alabama Power. She loves to laugh, spend time with friends and family, and she coaches cheerleading for the Moody Blue Devils youth cheerleaders.

Feature Image Photo by Lucas Peng on Unsplash


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