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Psalm 84:1-2
How lovely is your dwelling place,
O Lord of
hosts!
My soul longs, indeed it faints
for the courts of the Lord;
my heart and my flesh sing for joy
to the living God.
Dwelling Place
You
dwell in the outer reaches of space yet are near as my breath. You are the
light that opens my eyes as bird choirs chant your praise. You are the silent
watcher who speaks in the night when sleep will not come.
There
is no place you are not and no place you refuse to meet us. Wherever we go, you
are there ... waiting.
Yet,
you seem more real in some places than others. For the ancient Jews the temple
was that place their hearts sang with the joy of knowing you.
But I
come here, a gray chair, a desk in the basement quiet. This is your dwelling
place ... for me. I know you in the sweet silence broken only by my fingers on
the keys and the gurgle of steaming coffee.
I
hurry down the steps to sit and listen to your word, craving that one exquisite
moment when a word will carry me into a Great Love and fill me with joy and
tears.
You
are the Great Love who haunts my days and refuses to rest at night, for you
long for me to know you. You crave me as much as I need you.
Having
known and tasted you, nothing else can satisfy. There is no joy like simply
being ... with you.
Pr. David L. Miller
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