When my son, Taylor, is in trouble, he runs and hides behind the church pew pulled up to our dining room table. He has to know I’ll come find him, right? But no matter what, if he makes his sister cry, or he’s caught with stolen treats in his sneaky hands, he makes a run for it. His hiding place. His best effort at avoiding the burden of a confession, consequences and guilt. (And relinquishing the treats.)
“For you are my hiding place; you protect me from trouble.” 32:7
It’s speculated that this chapter is something David wrote following his affair with Bathsheba, and the murder of her innocent husband. If anyone knows about wanting to run away and hide, it’s David.
Where do I hide instead of running towards God’s presence?
How do you escape? I’m prone to seeking out distraction, and clouding up my mind so I don’t have to dwell on the pain, guilt etc etc.
“Finally, I confessed all my sins to you and stopped trying to hide my guilt. I said to myself, ‘I will confess my rebellion to the Lord.’ And you forgave me! All my guilt is gone.’” 32:5
Don’t hide alone. Confess your sin to God (who knows exactly where you’re hiding spot is, by the way) and find solitude and safety with him.