Hidden with Christ

On the prompting of many wise women, I’ve been keeping little note cards of Scripture in my pocket – and around the house in general  – to mediate on throughout the day. (If you want to hear more from one such wise woman, check out Gloria Furman’s newest book.) As a mom, Bible time doesn’t look like a cup of coffee and a journal and a gel pen anymore. What it does look like, though, is clinging to Christ more desperately than before. It looks like being thirsty for the Word and hungry for holiness in a way like never before.

Colossians 3:1-3 has been in my pocket these days. Particularly, I have been meditating on verse 3. “For you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God.” How awesome would it be if you were so hidden in Christ, so tucked away in the folds of his robe, that when people looked at you they only saw Jesus? To be hidden is to be concealed. To be lost out of sight. I’m praying ferociously for a life that is hidden, concealed, lost with Christ in God. That when people look at Victoria, they can’t find her. They will only see Jesus.

Let it be so, Lord. Let it be so.