Sometimes, under pressure, we just want to get away. We want a place to hide. Not permanently. Just until this storm is over and things quiet down. Just until we’ve got things in perspective.
There is a quiet place. A hiding place. It’s just a tent. But it’s our LORD’s tent. Here is his sure promise. “He will hide me in his shelter in the day of trouble; he will conceal me under the cover of his tent.” (Psalm 27:5) Another translation describes our LORD’s protection this way: “He folds me in the recesses of his tent.” “Folding” suggests that our LORD works in us with an often slow and quiet gentleness. And his place of protection for us is in the “recesses”, the places closest to his understanding heart.
One translation uses the word “pavilion” instead of “tent”, suggesting a dwelling that is temporary, set up to meet a very present need, but large enough to hide all those who sought shelter in a time of distress.
Prayer – LORD, in all the pressures of today, teach me to accept your offer of tender kindness and protection.
Photo courtesy of Ken Jones, copyright 2016