In the sanctuary – Day 9

I am pleased to come to Your house, Daddy.  I am so excited by knowing I am going there.  I give a whoop of joy; a YES in my spirit and coursing through my body.

How can I forget that I am made to be in Your house?  But I do, time and again, and when I come again, I am once again wrecked by your grace, once again blown open and made soft by the glory that you have and that you bring.

To be in your house, I have left behind all impurity, selfishness, depravity and pride at the cross.

In your house, you tell me that you knew it all and watched it all.

In your house, you tell me that I am righteous and that you will deliver me out of all the rubbish and failure and big words and tiny, stupid little behaviours.

In your house, you shine brighter than the sun, and the saints and angels bow down as one and their vocal chords almost rip in desperation trying to give you the glory you deserve.  The incense of the prayers of the saints of all the ages is around us, and upon us.  The anointing of your presence heals on touch, and the flesh, the devil and the world have no effect, just as they will have no effect for eternity.

In your house, the poor find a family.  In the sanctuary, I understand the end of the wicked.  With you, I hear the voice of the Beloved and he tells me that he is ravished by one look of my eyes.  I am spotless, I am the Bride, I am loved and accepted and celebrated.  I drink the wine of the kingdom at the wedding of the Lamb.  Grace and glory flow over me and change me from one degree to the next.

In your house I can kick off my shoes, kick back, and be totally and awesomely at home with Daddy.

He loves it when I come home.

About stayingfaithful

I am looking for anything that relates to life and to a fuller life. I am bored by the normal and the natural and interested in the supernatural. There must be more than this. We were put on this earth for more than a nine to five prison, as someone said a few years ago.
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