My Favourite Hiding Place

When I was young, I used to hide under tables, behind doors, under blankets, but my favorite then hiding place was standing behind my parents. 

As I grew up, I hide from my parents and my favorite hiding place then was under lies, letting them pile up on top of me, until they pile up automatically.

I finally found my favorite hiding place, not under lies, not behind my earthly parents but under the wings of my Heavenly Father.

Psalm 32:7

You are my hiding place;
   you will protect me from trouble
   and surround me with songs of deliverance.