praying the Psalms: psalm 90
I am so glad to call You home.
You abide in Me and I abide in You and for all this time that I have known You, You have been my dwelling place. A place of rest and comfort, where I live and move and have my being. Before I knew I belonged to You or understood the old stories of the Word or had been wounded by so great a Healer, even then You were my home. If You were only the God of yesterday--the God of long ago, you wouldn't be a suitable place to abide - but You are from everlasting to everlasting! Far longer than I can see or think to imagine, You have been the safest of places.
There's nothing quite so certain as You.
My old skin and body will return to dust, morbid as that seems, and whole generations will be swept away. My days are numbered and I pray they are long but know that whenever my sigh comes, it will be for Your glory. These tall old trees out my window will crumble or be eaten away and nothing is new that won't be old. You use even nature's life cycles to remind us that You along can be rest for our souls. You are everlasting God - You are the Alpha and Omega, a Holy Trinity flourishing and never-ending and glorying in one another.
So when I wake, hungry for the day or perhaps for more rest or accomplishment and production - satisfy me with Your steadfast love. I want to rejoice with each new gift of a day, I want to use the wake-up calls of my daughter as a call to worship. I want to see the hope the morning brings, the hope of new mercies, the hope of grace upon grace for what the day will require of me. Make me glad in You, glad for the days I've been given. Glad for my home in You - the rest of knowing Christ and being known by Him.
Thank you for being my Home and making Your home in me...