Psalm 90:1 Lord, you have been our dwelling place throughout all generations.
I took a staycation this past week and just hung around the house most of the time (actually, I caught a cold and didn’t feel like doing much of anything else). Other than the house in which I grew up, this house (which actually belongs to the church) is the place I have resided longest. When she was getting ready to move on with her life, our eldest child gave us a piece of writing which is framed and hanging on our wall. It begins, “Home is where my family is. It is not a location, for that has changed frequently. Home cannot be a specific place, and I am glad.” Home is where we dwell and we dwell in relationships much more than brick and stone. Ultimately, as the psalmist says, God is our home, the base relationship from which all else takes form and meaning. We remember in lent that everything else will eventually decay away but Lord, you have been our dwelling place throughout all generations, and I am glad.
