“I have seen you in the sanctuary
And beheld your power and your glory.” Psalm 63:2
Through the twirling around of my busy week, in anticipation of an exciting weekend, my body hit a brick wall with lack of sleep and a twinge of a headache. I sat for a few hours in the prayer room soaking in thoughts of God, how He’s good, and how though I might feel quite aimless, He has perfect aim. Realizing that somehow I ended up on the other side of the nation over the course of a year, in a ministry and life season that is challenging and awesome, and pursuing Him under the knowledge that He designed me to pursue Him as He pursues me in omnipotence. With the shaking reverberation of Ecclesiastes 5:2 I sit in the knowledge that “God is in heaven and you are on earth, so let your words be few.” This weighty moment swirls in expectatous truth that God is the Creator of all, and I am a creator of but momentatous trinkets of affection that last less than a breath, because a breath is all that I am. But I have come time and time again tripping over words and desire, and out of generous mercy this universe shaping Hand has drawn close enough to let me know it’s there without killing me. And somehow in those moments I’ve been stolen from the world in such a way that while I drive around during the day, love, talk, enjoy, struggle, and laugh; I am forever in the truth that my heart does not belong to the footstool but to the One who sits on the Throne. The Creator leans and whispers, “Heaven is my throne, and the earth is my footstool. Where is the house you will build for me? Where will my resting place be?” (Isaiah 66:1) He whispers as not to deafen our feeble ears. And in a second the truth that the One who will, “execute judgment upon all men, and many will be those slain by the LORD” (v. 16)…is also the One who will comfort “…As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you; and you will be comforted over Jerusalem.” (v. 13) And in the phenomenon of a relationship with the Almighty God, the truth to His resting place, is that the Sovereign One chooses to make His resting place in the heart of His Bride.
“So come, once again, Lord Jesus. Make a resting place in this sometimes restless heart that has quieted down enough to hear You cut through the madness of a world growing cold in love. Tenderize my heart as I wait for Your touch. As I sit and look to You from the footstool of Your’s, I cry out to You on Your throne. Your compassions, they fail not. You, arrayed in splendor, majesty, and power incomprehensible: please whisper into the humdrum and barrenness of a prayer room crying out for Your touch in so many ways. I have seen You in Your sanctuary and have beheld Your power and glory. Where else would I go now that I’ve tasted and seen You? You have stolen my affections and thoughts. You are my one desire; Oh Desire of the Nations, You are forever the desire of my heart. Amen.”