[Yahweh] is my rock, my [Metsudhathi], and my savior;
    my God is my rock, in whom I find protection.
He is my shield, the power that saves me,
    and my place of safety.

Psalm 18:2

Yahweh Metsudhathi: The Lord my High Tower (Fortress)

I was just talking about safe places with my brother a few days ago. He recently moved his family here from overseas, including his three-year-old daughter, who is, naturally, struggling with the change. He was telling me about how clingy she’s been lately to him specifically; though her mother is there too, she wants him. So I told him what I have always seen – kids run to their mothers when they are hurt or sad. But when they are scared? Scared children want big strong daddy. He makes them feel safe.

I love this name of God because there are days I want to do nothing more than hide. I have, at times, run frantically away and hidden in corners and trees and bathroom stalls and shrunk against walls trying not to be seen. Other times I have pushed up my chin and faced it while my insides clawed frantically for the exit. It’s on those days, all of those days, this God wraps Himself around me and becomes a kind of safety better than hiding would be; He is the power that saves me, my rock, my Yahweh Metsudhathi, the only hiding place I need.