by Nan Jones   @NanJonesAuthor

A swoosh of black and gray feathers darted from the apple tree to the birdhouse nailed to my grape arbor. The chickadee twitched with excitement as she crawled through the circular opening and back out again. From the perch she flew to another branch, hopped across two or three others and swooped back to the birdhouse, again twitching with hyperactivity.

And … repeat. 

In and out. Chattering incessantly. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought she was doing her happy dance.

I had provided a dwelling place – one that perfectly delighted her. 

I wondered if I still delighted in the dwelling place the Lord provided for me – not just the one in heaven that awaits, but the one here and now. He is my dwelling place. My Refuge. Beneath the shadow of His wings I find His rest. His peace. His comfort … anything that I need.

Oh that I would remain in Him, delighting in His Word, resting in His love.

Oh that I would do a happy dance every chance I get, just because I take delight in Him.

How lovely are Your dwelling places,
O Lord of hosts! 
My soul (my life, my inner self) longs for and greatly desires the courts of the Lord;
My heart and my flesh sing for joy to the living God.

The bird has found a house,
And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young—
Even Your altars, O Lord of hosts,
My King and my God. 
Blessed and greatly favored are those who dwell in Your house and Your presence;
They will be singing Your praises all the day long. 
~ Psalm 84:1-4, AMP 
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