I love your house.
On these kinds of gray, rainy days where I could literally close my eyes and go to sleep at any moment, I daydream in class about being surrounded by utmost comfort. A place where there will be no judgment for relaxing my body and mind and burrowing inside something secure and trustworthy and warm.
“I love the house where you live, O Lord, the place where your glory dwells.” [psalm 26: 8]
I have come into the knowledge that the house of the Lord is much like the one I have described above. A place where you can come as you are. A place where after you’ve faced the cruelness of this broken world and the inadequacy of your own self, you can cuddle up, so to speak, in something much bigger than any of that. It’s so good to know that He is comforter [2 cor. 1:3] and a hiding place [ps. 32:7].
“Blessed are those you choose and bring to live in your courts. We are filled with the good things of your house, of your holy temple.” [ps. 63:4]
He is home.