The dwelling places of the Lord are lovely (Psalm 84:1). So often I want a lovely place to go, to rest in, to find refreshment.
This world is not restful. There are beautiful places. There are retreats to be had, but the day to day, the demands, the trials, the work are constant.
This is a fallen world. We are seeds planted in its soil. It’s soil will wear down the outer shell. The seed will be no more. A new body will emerge. (1 Corinthians 15)
But meanwhile, the wearing down, the breaking down of that outer coating of the seed goes on. It’s not easy. It’s often painful and sometimes ugly.
The rest this world offers is fleeting. Like everything in this world, it passes away.
But God remains.
My soul longs for the courts of the Lord. My soul yearns for the courts of the Lord. (Psalm 84:2) His courts, His dwelling places are forever. And they’re lovely.
When this seed dies and my new body emerges, that is where I’ll be forever.
For now, my heart and my flesh sing for joy to the living God (Psalm 84:2).
The bird also has found a house, And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may put her young: Your altars, Lord of armies, My King and my God. Blessed are those who dwell in Your house! They are ever praising You. Selah
Blessed is the person whose strength is in You, In whose heart are the roads to Zion! Passing through the Valley of Baca they make it a spring; The early rain also covers it with blessings. They go from strength to strength, Every one of them appears before God in Zion. (Psalm 84:3-7)
May I go from strength to strength. May I be covered with this blessing. May I make this valley a spring.
O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer; give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah. (Psalm 84:8)