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.
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Where did your thoughts go when you read "How lovely is your dwelling place"? In your mind's eye, where does God dwell? Do we imagine a pastel heaven filled with wispy clouds? A grand cathedral with soaring spires, echoing marble and voices silenced to a whisper? A mountain vista overlooking a half a planet of undulating altitudes but clearly smaller peaks? A stand of redwood trees holding court as ancient ones who have witnessed centuries of history? Somewhere in the color spectrum of your true love's eyes? I could go on and on offering up possibilities because they are limitless. At the moment I realize that the dwelling places of the Lord are limitless, I grow weary and rest and in the resting, I discover again the God who dwells in me and thee. Such is the divine majesty and the profound intimacy of our God.
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Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
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