No Hiding

So, I was singing this song in church today about seeing God and about how good it’ll be. The chorus is a list of all the things we won’t have to suffer through anymore—the bad stuff we want to escape. It goes like this:

No weeping, no hurt or pain
No suff’ring You hold me now
You hold me now
No darkness no sickening
No hiding You hold me now,
You hold me now

Weeping, hurt, pain, darkness, sickness—I can’t wait to leave that stuff behind. But the hiding—that line really grabbed me. Maybe because hiding is a big deal in the Gerhardt house lately.

A week or so ago, London began a love affair with hiding. She says, “I hide,” she pulls a blanket over her body, and she waits for you to say “Where’s London?” She likes it best when you try to guess where she is. If you guess incorrectly too many times she’ll get impatient and reveal herself. If you guess too quickly, she gets sad. But if you guess three or four times and then pull back the blanket, you’ll find a little girl giggling uncontrollably, thrilled that you’ve discovered her.

I say that London loves hiding, but that’s not really accurate. London loves being found. She’ll hide over and over and over so long as you’re willing to find her. The game’s over when we stop looking for her. Hiding without finding is never fun.

I like the line in the song “No hiding, You hold me now” because it points to one of the even now blessings of a life with God. When you’re living without Him, you’re constantly hiding—like Adam and Eve in the garden—but when you’re living with Him, it’s as if you’re constantly being found.

Heaven is that way only better. It’s a place where we don’t have to be separated to enjoy the beauty of being together—where every moment is a reunion moment.