I drape a blanket over my shoulders. It brings comfort from the cool morning air.
I wake and rise to click keys. It brings comfort from the jumbled thoughts in my brain.
I pray to God. He brings comfort to a troubled soul.
And as I pray, I list Who He Is.
Shelter. Thinking of this old blanket bringing warmth. This old thing can’t hold a candle to His Shelter.
Provider. It goes much farther than physical provisions. He is the Provider of my salvation.
Resident. Ah-ha. Yes. R.E.S.I.D.E.N.T. His Holy Spirit is a resident inside me.
I like a clean house. I enjoy a neat, tidy space to dwell. Not that my house is a picture of this at all!! But I do enjoy it. Everything in its place. Because there is a place for everything. When I go to grab a mug for coffee, I want to know that it is in the same place each time.
I am a resident in my house. I get to decide if the laundry gets done. And if it doesn’t there are no clean clothes to wear. And without clean clothes I just might stink.
Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit who is in you, whom you have from God, and that you are not your own? 1 Corinthians 6:19 (NASB)
Am I keeping a tidy space for the Creator of the universe? Or am I hoarding junk that keeps His residence in shambles? I have some house-cleaning to do. What about you?
