I Am Hidden In Christ

Reblog: Hiding In Him When I’m Hurt

God, hear my voice when I complain.  Protect my life from the terror of the enemy.  Hide me from the scheming of wicked people, from the mob of evildoers, who sharpen their tongues like swords and aim bitter words like arrows … The righteous one rejoices in the Lord and takes refuge in Him; all those who are upright in heart will offer praise.  Psalm 64:1-3, 10 HCSB

I love King David.  He was so real, and I am so thankful he poured his imperfect heart out in all these Psalms.  Sometimes I wonder if his willingness to tell God everything he felt was what made him “a man after God’s own heart.”  God longs for relationship.  He longs to be my best friend, which means he wants to hear … my complaints.

I complain to my husband, my sister, and my mother.  I tell them the yucky parts of my heart as well as the good.  And here David complains to his creator.  “These people are being really, really mean to me.  They are talking horrible about me, disrespecting me, hurting my reputation and undermining my authority.  And, they are just plain old hurting my feelings, too.  Hide me from them, God.”

That’s the part that drew my attention today.  “Hide me from the scheming of wicked people.”  David sought his solution in God alone.  He didn’t take it upon himself to punish his enemies.  He didn’t go slandering them around town.  He took his wounded heart to God Himself.

And by the end of his psalm, he was feeling better … better enough to offer God praise.  He trusted God to take care of the problem.

May I do the same. May I take my conflicts with others to God Himself, asking Him to work out the solutions instead of trying to manipulate circumstances to “fix” them on my own.  When I am hurt, may I hide in Him.

I Have Joy

Radiant Joy

Those who look to Him are radiant with joy; their faces will never be ashamed. – Psalm 34:5 HCSB

Ever see a girl in love? Eyes bright, smile huge, face…radiant. Love has a distinctive way of painting a face with joy.

Why is she glowing? Why does she float through life like she’d spouted invisible wings?

Because she’s happy. She’s with the one who makes her heart flutter and sing, who loves everything about her. Life is good. Perfect. And nothing will douse the glow of her love.

Be good if that were an ever-after story, wouldn’t it? Every one of us married gals would twirl through life without a care in the world. Nothing would erase the everlasting smile from our lips. No harsh words would pass between us and our beloved. There would never be long nights flooded with bitter tears. Never a cold shoulder. Love would just make everything rosy.

Not so much. I’ve got a good marriage, and still I know the difference between reality and fairytales, and that one has Disney written all over it.

But the Bible is not a book of fairytales. It’s peppered with hard stories—stories with an adult rating on them. Stories of real people, broken families, wandering hearts, and deceitful men. Yet in the middle of this Book, King David—a fragile man himself—wrote these words:

I will praise the LORD at all times; His praise will always be on my lips. I will boast in the LORD; the humble will hear and be glad. Proclaim Yahweh’s greatness with me; let us exalt His name together. I sought the LORD, and He answered me and delivered me from all my fears. Those who look to Him are radiant with joy; their faces will never be ashamed.

Stranger still, he likely wrote that while in hiding from a mad-man. David knew disappointment. Knew betrayal. Knew failure. He knew all this by the hands of others, and he knew it by his own doing. And yet he writes, “those who look to Him are radiant with joy; their faces will never be ashamed.” How can he say that?

Because, despite the fact that David didn’t always live a fairytale life, his God never failed. Never failed. LOVE doesn’t, you know. It bears all things, hopes all things, believes all things, endures all things.

Joy like that? It’s the radiant kind.

I Am Hidden In Christ

Hiding in Him When I’m Hurt

God, hear my voice when I complain.  Protect my life from the terror of the enemy.  Hide me from the scheming of wicked people, from the mob of evildoers, who sharpen their tongues like swords and aim bitter words like arrows … The righteous one rejoices in the Lord and takes refuge in Him; all those who are upright in heart will offer praise.  Psalm 64:1-3, 10 HCSB

I love King David.  He was so real, and I am so thankful he poured his imperfect heart out in all these Psalms.  Sometimes I wonder if his willingness to tell God everything he felt was what made him “a man after God’s own heart.”  God longs for relationship.  He longs to be my best friend, which means he wants to hear … my complaints.

I complain to my husband, my sister, and my mother.  I tell them the yucky parts of my heart as well as the good.  And here David complains to his creator.  “These people are being really, really mean to me.  They are talking horrible about me, disrespecting me, hurting my reputation and undermining my authority.  And, they are just plain old hurting my feelings, too.  Hide me from them, God.”

That’s the part that drew my attention today.  “Hide me from the scheming of wicked people.”  David sought his solution in God alone.  He didn’t take it upon himself to punish his enemies.  He didn’t go slandering them around town.  He took his wounded heart to God Himself.

And by the end of his psalm, he was feeling better … better enough to offer God praise.  He trusted God to take care of the problem.

May I do the same. May I take my conflicts with others to God Himself, asking Him to work out the solutions instead of trying to manipulate circumstances to “fix” them on my own.  When I am hurt, may I hide in Him.

I am Precious

I Am Precious

David said to him, “Do not fear, for I will surely show kindness to you for the sake of your father Jonathan, and will restore to you all the land of your grandfather Saul; and you shall eat at my table regularly.”

Again he prostrated himself and said, “What is your servant, that you should regard a dead dog like me?” ~2 Samuel 9:7-8 NASB

From Jen:

Imagine a story—any story where there are kings and noblemen, castles and suits of armor. Got that story in your mind? Good. Now put yourself in it. But instead of the castleprincess of the realm, you are the peasant. The maid who does all of the work, who is dressed in rags and smells bad and can’t read or write.

How do you feel?

Now, imagine that you are still that lowly peasant, but you’ve received an invitation. You know enough that it carries the seal of the King—it’s actually from him. Are you going to put it on a shelf, unopened, and let it live there?

No way! You’re going to find a way to discover what’s written inside—and a good thing, too. You’re invited to not only see the King, but to stay with Him. To live with Him and become part of his household.

Now how do you feel?

From Susan

Like Cinderella.  I’d be so awed by that invitation that I’d use my sharpest knife to just barely lift the seal, mindful not to crease it.  I’d hold the creamy paper in trembling hands.  I’d sign up for literacy classes just so I could read the thing myself, and then I’d stare at it until the words were engraved on my heart.  I’d show it to every one of my stinky peasant friends.  “Look.  The king has invited me to the palace, and he wants me to become … a princess.”

The invitation is, of course, the Bible.  It shows me the way to the place of my King.

In the verses Jen chose for us today, King David invited the grandson of his predecessor to the palace.  Poor, lame Mephibosheth must have been terrified.  Was this powerful king going to run him through with his shiny sword?  Mephibosheth was, after all, the grandson of King David’s rival.  Did David want to make sure Mephibosheth wasn’t going to try to usurp the throne?

But no.  David welcomed him not as an enemy but as a precious member of the royal family.  “So Mephibosheth ate at David’s table, just like one of the king’s sons.” 2 Sam 9:11b HCS.

I, too, was an enemy of the King.  Not only an enemy, but a hygiene-challenged peasant.  God sent me an invitation to dine at his table daily as a princess. I treasure that invitation.  I read the Bible daily, because I treasure the time in His presence.

The King looked at me, his enemy dressed in rags, and found me precious.