For the greater part of my life, I lived in consistent fear. I invited fear into my home and placed a roof over its head. I coddled it with the what ifs of life and nurtured its insecurities by convincing myself that I had to have things all figured out. I had a life plan, a wife plan, a mother plan, and a plan for the unexpected. But secretly, I was fear's tenant, and it was making my life unbearable. But eventually, I wanted out of that house of torment—and I was willing to leave without notice. The truth was, even though I drank from the deep waters of prayer, I had not made prayer my consistent weapon.
Four years ago while fasting, God granted me the eviction notice I desired for so long. He whispered the title "Hiding Place," and I began seeking deeper purpose for this book. If for no one else, I wrote Hiding Place
for myself. I needed to name my fears and learn how to reverse their status.