My Soul Longs for the Dwelling Place of the Lord
High above the country road where branches spread bare and sky peeks through, a gathering of twigs, moss, and leaves cluster together to form a nest — a home — a dwelling place. The branches cup together like fingertips creating a hollow space to support the tiny chamber.
A perfect space for a perfect dwelling place.
A magnificent God and a tiny bird who matters to the One who made her.
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