One thing I ask. One thing I seek. That I may dwell in Your house, Oh Lord (Psalm 27:4). It’s what I need. It’s where You are and where I am at peace, at rest.
There are so many distractions. Circumstances, my thoughts, what I see around me. All fades as I dwell in the house of the Lord, as I dwell in Him.
I want to understand. I want to be able to explain what I see. I want to be able to explain what’s going on. I want everything to fit. I want to read the story and find no loose ends, no uncertainties, no mysteries.
I want to read the story, but I’m one of the characters. I’m at the mercy of my Lord.
He alone knows every character. He knows the story. He knows why I’m here and not there. He knows the end from the beginning. And He knows how I’ll get there.
Just one thing I ask: Let me dwell in Your house, Lord. Let me dwell in You as I journey.
This story is bigger than me. It’s beyond me. It’s too big for me to fathom. But a place in the Lord’s house is safe. It’s good. It’s where I belong.
I may never understand all that’s going on, or all that’s brought me here. Or maybe He’ll give me glimpses. That’s His choice. But I know I’m in His story. And I can’t get out.
So one thing I ask: Let me dwell in Your house, Lord. Let me dwell in you.
In the Lord is peace. In Him is rest. No matter how wild, dangerous, or unknown this story gets, in the Lord’s house is rest.
This is what I seek. This is what I pray. That I may dwell in Your house, Lord.
