Your chosen dwelling place is lovely,
    Lord Almighty!
Your chosen dwelling place is lovely,
    Lord Almighty!

The birdhouse hangs in the corner of my porch beneath the eaves, its teal blue paint bringing the color of heavenly places a little closer. Twigs jut out from the circular opening, evidence of a home for momma bird’s little ones — a special chosen dwelling place.

In the ancient juniper next to the house, daddy bird sings his heart out. Day in and day out, rain or shine, blustery or calm, I hear him in the branches — his song fills the air with praise and perhaps love for his beloved nestled in the twigs.

My heart smiles.

I find refuge on my porch. It’s like a sanctuary to me and to know that my sanctuary is the chosen dwelling place for these house wrens delights me beyond words.

While reading Psalm 84 this morning, I considered the wrens and the joy they bring me. I considered their nest among the eaves and I considered my chosen dwelling place found in the Presence of my God — His sanctuary. I considered how I delight in His Presence and how I find refuge there.

Like the wren, in my chosen  dwelling place I will sing with abandon.
Like the wren, in my chosen dwelling place with God, I will sing with abandon.

“How lovely is your dwelling place,
    Lord Almighty!
My soul yearns, even faints,
    for the courts of the Lord;
my heart and my flesh cry out
    for the living God.
Even the sparrow has found a home,
    and the swallow a nest for herself,
    where she may have her young—
a place near your altar,
    Lord Almighty, my King and my God.
Blessed are those who dwell in your house;
    they are ever praising you.” ~ Psalm 84:1-4

In His dwelling place I find safety from the storms. His tender watchcare comforts and reassures me as I hide myself in Him. I can sense His delight as He quiets me with His love.

I pray He knows my delight as I consider Him.

Surely He does.

The chosen dwelling place of my house wrens beneath the porch eaves.
The chosen dwelling place of my house wrens beneath the porch eaves.

As I rock on the porch, I keep an eye on the birdhouse. Every so often momma bird peers out at me. I’m trying to gain her trust because when it’s time, I want to witness the little ones learning to fly.

The more I share her chosen dwelling place, the more she will trust me.

A melody erupts from the juniper once again — a song of praise.

I want to praise the Lord like that. I want to set up my habitation in His dwelling place beneath heaven’s eaves near the altar and sing praise with abandon to my God … just because.

“For the Lord God is a sun and shield; The Lord will give grace and glory; No good thing will He withhold from those who walk uprightly. O Lord of hosts, blessed is the one who trusts in You!” ~ Psalm 84:11-12



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