My Hiding Place

 

I have found my hiding place. We live in these apartment
buildings over slums. I see the slums everyday. There is a little cove of grass
behind the building across from ours. It overlooks the slums. A river flows
through a field of sugar cane that is right below.

 

People walk through the field close to the wall that
separates me from them. The very people who live in the slums pass by me. Kids
see me up on this hill and wave ecstatically. A lot has been on my mind lately.

 

I have found refuge in Christ on that hill.

 

I usually sing at the top of my lungs with the songs playing
on my ipod. Others see and hear me but I really don’t care. I am just
worshiping the Lord with all of my heart. But really I don’t care. Because in
that time it is just me and the Lord. It is my time when everything is right in
the world.

 

Recently I have felt like it is hard to cultivate the
Lord’s presence. But on that hill overlooking the slums with billowing clouds
covering the sky I found it. I know when the Lord is there.

 

Because it is then that He tells me I am beautiful in His
site.

 I feel on top of the world.

I know that I can tell Him anything that I want.

I know He will listen.

It doesn’t matter what I am going though.

All that matters is me and the Lord.