"How lovely is the place where you live...even the birds find a home there, and the swallow builds a nest, where she can protect her young."
Psalm 84:1, 3
Maybe to the annoyance of some of my friends, I am constantly talking about how much I love my home. It was built almost 100 years ago--with creaky floors, wobbly original windows, and an old musty basement. It also has all of the character of a house this age: wooden moulding around the doors and windows, a window seat (where I am perched right now), french doors, and little added cubbies and cabinets in almost every room.
This house came to me in a dark time, after some really tough decisions. And it has been the place where I am beginning to heal. The Lord lives here. How lovely is the place where He lives. It is a place of peace, gathering, laughter, and beauty. It is a place where a little bird (me) can build a nest, where she can protect her young. This is the Lord's house.
As I sit here in my little window seat, the cardinals, robin, finch, sparrows, and occasional dove are all playing in the Wisteria. They eat at the feeder, twitter aroundin the grass--taunting the neighbor cat who crouches in his imagined savannah.
My candle represents the prayers I am offering.
My coffee is hot beside me.
My herbs are beginning to grow--reaching for the sun.
How lovely is this place. The place where the Lord lives.