God, my Architect
Most people have an idea of what their dream-house would look like. My dream house would have a big bay-window looking out to the ocean, where the golden evening sun dips beneath the glassy horizon into a blazing pool of crimson. In the rear, there would be a spacious veranda where in the crisp dawn air, I watch the gently rising sun exchange velvet-black starlit skies for a silvery, gray-blue canvas.
God also has His idea of a dream-house— a dream temple to be exact, where He may visit daily and in loving acceptance, listen to the hopes, expectations, concerns, and anxieties of its dwellers. We are that temple! “do you not know that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit who is in you, whom you have from God, and you are not your own?” 1 Corinthians 6:19
He also has big plans for each of us: “For You formed my inward parts . . . . And in Your book they all were written, The days fashioned for me, When as yet there were none of them.” Psalm 139:13, 16.
Dear Lord, I acknowledge that I am Your temple. Teach me how to enjoy daily communion with You, and may the activities that I enjoy each day be pleasing to You. Amen
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