HIDE 'N' SEEK POEM

HIDE 'N' SEEK

Been playing this childhood game
at an unchild age --
hiding from a formidable foe --
The Heavenly Father

Silly, isn’t it?
He knows all,
sees all,
and,
in kindness,
seeks all--

and finds all --

all who are seeking Him.

But I’m hiding --
my flaws,
defects,
imperfections,
sins

(especially those pesky sins)

I
-- like a 2 year old --
cover my eyes,
“Hiding”
and
in self-delusion
believe that if I can’t see Him,

He can’t see me.

I hide from His hand --
still not quite believing,
still somehow cringing
Still afraid --
waiting,

waiting,

waiting

for the other shoe to drop.
Of what am I afraid??

That my heart will be revealed for all to see --
transparent before Him --

(and man)

pride rooted out by my
faithful
Father--
Who loves me --

(even me).

Forgive me --

Abba, Papa, Daddy, Father

for the sin of hiding --
When Your heart’s desire from me
is more

--simply more --

seeking.

[And, obviously, no matter where we are or what we're sitting on, HE can and will protect us.  Happened to and for me many times.  Love Him, MUCH!]

 

DAVE

My husband is on my heart more and more, because he is so helpful and kind to me.  When I fell early yesterday morning and hit the floor, hurt and screaming, he immediately rushed through the house to help me any possible way. He's a truly caring and loving man.

I am sure I posted this poem before, but it touched me again today.

Originally, I wrote it during the first week of October, 2001, when I was on a depression stage of life after 9/11 and camping at the North Shore to come to God's emotional healing, which, miraculously, did occur. 

So sharing it with you, again.

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  "You hug your husband, and

Tell him you appreciate him,"

Steve, the wise one, said.

I did -- and I do.

"I'm sending you my representative,"

Abba said to me,

Those years ago.

And in the season of robins and lilacs,

He bounced through my door --

One of a group.

For some reason, I noticed.

And weeks later, we noticed --

And then we got married.

[Just about that fast -- 

and that shocking --

and scary!!]

[Because the world would never have put us together,

but Abba did.]

He was not who I expected --

I was a surprise to him.

[I still am sometimes, I think.]

But if I know nothing else in this life

to be true,

I know my Abba sent His representative.

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A bit of extra info.  The "Steve" is my son, and, as I was preparing to head 600 miles away from home to deal with fear and depression, he wanted me to consider Dave's heartache when I would be gone.  My son was realistic.  Dave, however, knew this was a trip God was sending me on, so he wasn't breaking down or afraid.  He knew I needed healing and that that location would be a good one for it. 

While up there without him, talking to him once a day on a public phone in the Tettagouche Camp center, he continued to encourage me.

This poem poured into my heart as a result.

It truly is my Dave.

HIDE 'N' SEEK

Been playing this childhood game
at an unchild age --
hiding from a formidable foe --

The Heavenly Father

Silly, isn’t it?
He knows all,
sees all,
and,
in kindness,
seeks all--

and finds all --

all who are seeking Him.

But I’m hiding --
my flaws,
defects,
imperfections, sins

(especially those pesky sins)

I
-- like a 2 year old --
cover my eyes,
“Hiding”
and
in self-delusion
believe that if I can’t see Him,

He can’t see me.

I hide from His hand --
still not quite believing,
still somehow cringing
Still afraid --

waiting,

waiting,

waiting

for the other shoe to drop.

Of what am I afraid??

That my heart will be revealed for all to see --
transparent before Him --

(and man)

pride rooted out by my
faithful
Father--
Who loves me --

(even me).

Forgive me --

Abba, Papa, Daddy, Father,

for the sin of hiding --

When Your heart’s desire from me
is more

--simply more --

seeking.

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I wrote this poem at least 10 years ago... probably closer to 20... and posted it nearly 3 years ago, as I had just begun to "live" online this way.   Now that I have so many new friends, and love to share more about what is truly "me"... such as this poem ... I'm posting again occasionally.

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ALSO, with the attempt to reorganize my blog, something crazy happened and most of it isn't organized the way I had intended for it.  SO am still trying to find the way to get it done.  However, may take some time.  Please put up with me.