Friday, January 5, 2018
Cake Mix and Hiding Places
When I was a little boy, I loved the taste of cake mix. I mean I liked the batter after momma whipped it up in the bowl, and was always standing close by to lick the spoon or even one of the beaters off the mixer, ooorrr the grand prize...the bowl itself. But I liked the dry cake mix even better. I'm not sure how I ever got my first taste of it, but I was hooked. I think I liked it because not only was it sweet, but the powder felt soft and velvety on my tongue. So, whenever momma was making a cake from the box and not from scratch, I'd be standing around hoping for a little to be left for me. And even some days, I guess when the stars and moon lined up just right, momma would take a spoon and give me a little scoop. Ah...heaven.
There were times when I really wanted some cake mix, but there was no cake being baked. So I guess one day my craving got the best of me. While no one was paying attention, I slid one of the kitchen chairs over to the cabinets; I climbed up on it and started rummaging through looking for a box of cake mix. Bingo! I found it. Then I quickly grabbed it, got down, put the chair back, stuck the box under my shirt and scurried around looking for a place to get a taste.
I didn't want to go back to my room because momma was back in hers, and I thought she would catch me coming down the hallway. So I ran into the living room and spotted the perfect hideout. There was a big, single chair that sat at the corner of the room. The triangular shaped spaced between the chair and the wall was a perfect hiding place...so I thought. I climbed up and over behind there, squatted down and commenced to violating that box of cake mix.
It was getting so good to me that I just about forgot where I was. But you know what snapped me out of my cake mix-induced trance? The sound of my mother's voice over my head softly but firmly saying "What are you doing?!". Yall, I was busted fer sher! One hand in the box; cake mix all over my face.
You know what my first thought was? It wasn't "Oh, I'm sorry", or "Oh, I'm in trouble"...It was "I clare, I can't go no where!". I was taken by the thought of how I couldn't seem to go anywhere to do what I wanted to do and not be found by momma or daddy. Notice, I said it was what came to mind, and not out of my mouth. Otherwise the scolding I got would have been a spanking instead.
Sometimes we may feel the same way with God. Because of His all-seeing eyes and His presence everywhere, we can't find any place where we can do what we want to do, and He not know about it. I remember when I first got saved, there was a period that I felt a level of frustration because it seemed like I felt convicted about everything. Felt bad about what I said, what I watched, what I listened to, what I thought.
But now that I am more mature spiritually, I understand better. The fact that I can't escape from God; the fact that there is nowhere I can go that He can't see, is not for my punishment; it's for my benefit. I mean suppose momma just let me crawl into any old corner, any old time to eat all the cake mix I could get my hands on. How bad would that have been for me? Same thing with God.
In Psalm 139, David acknowledged that he could not get away from God. That the Lord knew every thought before he thought it, every word before he spoke it, and every place before he reached it. But he also wrote in verse 10 "Even there your hand will guide me, and your strength will support me."
So, I encourage you to never try to hide from God. Because, even if you could, you would not only be hiding from His hand, but you'd be hiding from His heart. Like how my momma felt about me, God loves you and He wants the best for you. And from that fact, you can never hide.