(Meditating on Psalm 71)
I love how the King James Version puts it: Be thou my strong habitation, whereunto I may continually resort. The Lord God is David’s strong habitation, and He is mine, too. And I’m not saying it just because the Bible says so, but because I have experienced first-hand how to continually resort to God. Yes, even in sleeping hours. When one is sick and suffering, God, indeed, becomes a continual habitation: every labored breath, every faint heartbeat, every ray of hope, every thought that’s actually a thought-prayer, every earnest song the soul sings – rests in the comfort and security of this sure habitation that surrounds, embraces even, one’s being.
A habitation is a place where one lives. Even though one may go to a journey, always, one would come back to where one dwells. But with my Father in heaven, I see it more than that…
View original post 159 more words