When I was growing up both of my brothers and my sister were already grown and had left home. My dad was seldom at home in the evenings so I was left pretty much on my own most of the time. A group of older boys in our neighborhood number one pastime was bullying me. If they didn’t catch me on my way home from school they would come to my backyard looking for me.
I didn’t tell my mother because they would have added “momma’s boy” to the already lengthy list of names that they called me. Each day I would run home, go through the house to the backyard and climb the pecan tree and leap to the roof of the garage. There I would sit. A prisoner of time.
While my rooftop position offered me a sense of security it in no way offered me any hope.
Psalm 119:114 tells us “You are my hiding place and my shield. I find hope in your word.”
Today, even as a grown man, I have things I fear. When fear and the resulting anxiety presses in on me I run to the Lord. I hide myself in Him. Like the shield of an ancient soldier He deflects the cares and hurts of this world and I turn to the revealed truth of His word for reassurance of what is to come.