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The summer before my sophomore year of college my parents sold our house and built a new house on the other side of town. I never really felt at home in my bedroom in the new house because I lived away more than not with being in college. My bedroom in the old house was my haven. It was only God, the four walls and ceiling of that room that knew what was truly in my heart, saw my smiles, heard my cries, and felt my pain. My bedroom was my hiding place, my escape.

I recently moved again. Except this time my move was without my parents to a big city. Moving to a city hours from everything and everyone I know has been an adventure. It is the divine favor, provision, gentle promptings of the Holy Spirit within my soul, and the manifestation of a prophetic word I received a year ago this month that assure me I am at the axis of God’s will.

My apartment feels like home and a shelter but it is not my hiding place. Lifelong goals and dreams are coming true but these things are not leaving me satisfied. I’m learning a whole new level of trusting in God for every need. He is my hiding place. I’m learning to let Jesus fill me up and hide myself in Him. It is becoming more than a Psalm to me.

The Lord is showing me that confidence comes from trusting in Him. In the place I’m in, I have nowhere else to turn.

Listening to: “You Are My Hiding Place” by Selah and “Hide My Soul” by Avalon

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