Updated: Mar 31, 2020
As a coming of age pre-teen growing up on a farm in NE Ohio, I often felt a need to escape the intense pressures of becoming a young man. My way of meeting that need was to build a tree house deep in the woods. It was quite a project. I fashioned my hut in such a way as to be completely camouflaged by the dense forest. A knotted rope provided assent to a trap door in the bottom floor and ushered me into my two-story hide-a-way. It was there, high in the tree and alone in the woods I felt safe. It was my secret place.
Years later as a new convert I again felt a similar need. My life had been turned completely upside down as a result of salvation, and once again I longed for a place of shelter. I desperately needed to re-learn how to live my life as a Christian man. To grow. To read. To pray. One day, as I was searching the Scriptures, I stumbled upon the 91st Psalm which begins with these words… “He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in Him I will trust.”