Sunday, I got a call from my father. It was around 3:30pm. He stated that a lady was at their house and she explained that she was a victim of domestic violence. My father is a deacon at his church and my mom was home. I told him that I would be there in ten minutes. We had already settled in and were watching the game but I had to go help dad.
When I arrived I spoke to the lady who I knew from the neighborhood. Her injuries were serious. She explained the situation, I called for medical attention and the proper authorities. Her son was with her and she explained the fear of trying to protect her children. She stated "I didn't know where to go....the only place I knew I would be safe is with your parents."
It was a draining two hours. Once she was checked out and the police did their thing, she drove herself to urgent care. I told my parents I was leaving and they headed to Sunday night services. As I drove back home, I began thinking of where we go to hide when we need a hiding place. She drove to my parents house because she knew they are God fearing people. She knew where she would be safe.
When I need a hiding place, I go to the cross. I hide my face in the place where I find my comfort, security, and solace. I thank God that he sent his son to die on the cross so that I might have a hiding place. What is your hiding place?
You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance. Psalm 32:7
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