"Remember" . . .
This is the word prompt chosen by "The Faith Barista" over on her blog, inviting anyone who wishes, to join her on a #OneWordLent journey to learn to dwell. To dwell as Christ's Beloved. To be still in His Presence. Which is pretty amazing, because that's the very thing that I have been hearing from Him. Every night. Wide awake. Mind racing. Pain inflicted. "Come and Dwell."
But just how does the word Remember fit into this whole Dwell thing for me? Well, that's also pretty amazing, because as Jesus has asked me to learn to Dwell, He has also been asking me to look back at my Physical Dwelling Places, and to Remember the ways that He dwelt with me in those homes. And, the next pretty amazing thing that has happened, is that as I've remembered, somehow He has brought a new perspective to me about this current Place of Dwelling.
As I type, it's a Tuesday night, and my Dwelling Place includes a shelf in the refrigerator reserved for my weekly Orencia Injections. I never thought I would be able to give myself an injection. (And I still don't like to do it! So, Thank You! to those who pray for me faithfully every Tuesday: shot day.) But here, in this RA Season of injections and disease, an amazing shift in my perspective has happened: I am the Temple: Dwelling Place of Jesus. Here.
"Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God?" --1 Corinthians 6:19
He dwelt in my homes in the past, because I was His Temple then also. He's not moving out simply because I must squeeze the skin on my leg and shove a needle full of crazy wild medication into my body. HE ALREADY KNEW WHAT THIS DWELLING PLACE WOULD LOOK LIKE. And still He speaks:
"Look! I am standing at the door and knocking. If anyone listens to my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he will eat with me." --Revelation 3:20
I don't know about you, but I am pretty hungry for more of Jesus.
Here's the link to the Faith Barista's Blog:
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