Hide OR Seek?

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To Hide OR Seek 

Who wants to be “it”?  1, 2...15,22...30, ready or not, here I come—its a game that’s held the test of time. Parents play with children, kids with kids, even teens play variations of hide-and-go-seek.  It’s a game that really can be played with anyone anywhere.  

Recently, I discovered my own variation of the game, an adult version. I’ve renamed my game Hide OR Seek, I really don’t feel up to the hide and GO seek version.  I know I’m “it” again, but I just can’t bring myself to go look.  

The irony in my game is the real hiders, don’t know they’re hiding from me.  Would it be weird to yell “ready or not here I come” to forewarn those trying to conceal themselves? I fear in doing that, I may ward off some of the ones I’d really like to find.  How long should I count before I go looking?  Should I look in the nooks and crannies or rather seek those out in the open?

Maybe I’ll just be the hider.  I’ve found the perfect hiding spot again and I could stay here, unfound, for what may feel like an eternity.  Nobody knows to come looking for me.  There won’t be any “Olly Olly Oxen Free” indicating it’s time to come out.  I could literally stay curled up in this quiet corner and no one will know to look. 

Often the best hiding spots are not places comfortable enough to stay, they’re dark and hot and crammed.  I know I’ve already scouted some great hiding spots, places I’ll never be found, especially when no one knows to be looking.

So should I Hide OR Seek? Should I Hide AND GO Seek?  Perhaps.  I think I may hide while I am seeking. I know I’ll have a perfect hiding spot behind cardboard boxes for a least a while, but once those are gone, I’ll have to find a new spot.  

Maybe I’ll get brave and be the one to ask “want to play a game of hide and go seek.”  I know when I’ve played in the past, I’ve found what I was seeking all along, other hiders waiting to be found.  “Ready or not, here I come!”


While I’m in my hiding place, I’ll seek the greatest finder of all, Jesus, he’s always up for a good game and he knows all my good hiding spots...no hiding from Him!

Amos 5:4
This is what the Lord says to Israel:

“Seek me and live;

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