My Secret Treefort in the Woods

My Secret Treefort in the Woods

My Secret Treefort in the Woods

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I have a special hiding place. It’s a secret treehouse in the woods. I don’t have to put on that fake smile whenever I go there. I’ve often come confused, discouraged, and at the end of myself. But every time I go, you’re there with a fist bump and a smile.

I usually show up at our hiding spot with a cup of coffee right after I wake up, in my pj’s, morning breath, and bedhead. I also run in elated over what’s happening, eager to give thanks and share some good news. But whenever I am surrounded by enemies, overcome by opposition, outnumbered by obstacles, and my mind is cloudy with worries and fears, I always go to our special place.

My enemies don’t know where it is, and they’ll never find it or take it away. If, for some reason, I was arrested and put in solitary confinement with just the shirt on my back, I’d still have our place. It’s not a physical location with an address fixed to a patch of earth. This place is a person. Jesus, you are the hiding place.

I remember a particular place our family went for vacation for several years in Myrtle Beach. We lost ourselves in the sand and surf, building castles and catching crabs. Every kid you met became your best friend for the day. It felt like that resort was our family’s place of refuge.

Well, our place far surpasses any retreat spot in the world. Whenever I get away, it’s as if time stops as I turn these old, introspective eyes onto something far more glorious. The more I go, the more treasured this spot becomes. Best of all, I don’t have to take a long road trip to get there. And I don’t have to buy anything. This refuge was a gift from you. You made it for me. Here, I’m more than protected. In your presence, you surround me with song, music, melody, poetry, and praise.

This hiding place is the secret place. It is the secret, the secret sauce. It is a holy spot, behind the veil, where we can talk face to face as friends. So, today I run to the hiding place, and I say thank you. It’s good to be back home.

Psalm 32:7 – You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance.

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