"Somewhere Safe"

My family is planting a garden this spring.  I should really say everyone in my family except me is planting a garden.  While I will reap the benefits, I am really not much of a participant.

In preparation for the garden, our daughter Emmie has been planting seeds for the seedlings.  She asked me for a envelope of red carrot seeds she gave me for Christmas.  I remember putting them away "somewhere safe," somewhere where I knew I could find them.

I looked in my jewelry box. I looked behind my jewelry box.  I looked under my jewelry box.   I looked in my bookcase. . .three times.  I could not put my hands on those seeds.

"One day, Emmie, you will know the frustration of putting something somewhere so you know you can find it, and then never being able to find it when you need it."  She just smiled in response.

She has no idea.

Finally, she came into the bedroom to help me look.  First, she walked over to my jewelry box. "I know I saw them around here the other day," she said as she opened the lid.  There, neatly tucked into the top of the jewelry box, were the seeds.  I had never looked in the top of the box.

The seeds were safe inside the lid all along.

As Christians, those who have placed their faith and trust in the Lord Jesus Christ, we too are "somewhere safe."  The Bible says that we are "hid with Christ in God," (Colossians 3:3.)

Now that's safer than the top of the jewelry box!

We are hid. . .hid from anything that would try to harm us.  Not only that, we are hid with Christ.  Now if I am going to be hid anywhere from anything, the very safest place I can be is in Christ.  There is nothing that can touch me there.  But it is even better...we are hid with Christ in God.

We can rest assured that no matter what storms threaten our horizon, we are safe and secure, hidden with Christ in God.  We are safer than we can ever possibly imagine.

Hiding in Thee

by William O. Cushing

O safe to the Rock that is higher than I,

My soul in its conflicts and sorrows would fly;

So sinful, so weary, Thine, Thine, would I be;

Thou blest Rock of Ages, I’m hiding in Thee.

Hiding in Thee, hiding in Thee,
Thou blest Rock of Ages,
I’m hiding in Thee.

In the calm of the noontide, in sorrow’s lone hour,

In times when temptation casts o’er me its power;

In the tempests of life, on its wide, heaving sea,

Thou blest Rock of Ages, I’m hiding in Thee.

Hiding in Thee, hiding in Thee,
Thou blest Rock of Ages,
I’m hiding in Thee.

How oft in the conflict, when pressed by the foe,

I have fled to my refuge and breathed out my woe;

How often, when trials like sea billows roll,

Have I hidden in Thee, O Thou rock of my soul.

Hiding in Thee, hiding in Thee,
Thou blest Rock of Ages,
I’m hiding in Thee.