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The place where the Lord lives

"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 around
in 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.


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