The Hiding Place: a review

I opened my email to see one from the Rabbit Room, announcing their new play, The Hiding Place. Curious, I looked at the dates… and a sneaky grin crept onto my face. Aha. We would just so happen to be in Nashville that very weekend.

Of course I asked mom if there was any remotely possible way we could go. I barely wanted to hope, so I wouldn’t disappoint myself.

… But it all worked out. Isn’t God so cool like that?!

So last month, on our way down to Nashville for music camp, we saw The Hiding Place, adapted for the stage by A.S. Peterson. I was totally transported from my balcony seat right there into the story. The play was beautiful. I cried more than I care to say. It was an experience I won’t forget anytime soon.

And… I left the theatre knowing that I would have to read the book. ASAP.

Last Sunday after church I shut myself in my room, curled on my beanbag, and finally read it. As soon as I had reached the back cover, I closed the book, dropped it to the floor, and stared out my window for a while. My tea was long since forgotten, cold in the mug on my desk.

I felt a strange mixture of hollow and full.

What to even say?

I think I’ll have to read it again at some point, just to soak it all in. The story itself is incredible. I longed to feel Betsy ten Boom’s unwavering adoration for Christ, and I related with Corrie’s anger and frustration at times. I saw myself in the story.

I don’t really know how to explain the impact it had on me… it was quiet, and subtle, but definitely there. I was left with the empty feeling in my chest that longs to feel that deep connection with God. At the same time, I felt Jesus reminding me once again just how unconditionally loved I am.

If nothing else, this story reminded me that God alone is my Hiding Place. It is with him alone I am safe and fully known… and that is something to rest in.

If you haven’t read this book already, I’d highly recommend it. Brew some tea and curl up with a blanket – you’re in for a journey you won’t forget.

“There is no pit so deep, that God’s love is not deeper still.”

― Corrie Ten Boom

Cover image from goodreads.com

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