Dwelling

How lovely is your dwelling place,
    O Lord of hosts!
My soul longs, yes, faints
    for the courts of the Lord;
my heart and flesh sing for joy
    to the living God. Psalm 84:1-2

I am intrigued by the church I have been attending because they are so service driven. Yet, I long for the presence of His dwelling there, for the courts to be filled. Maybe it is just me; maybe I’m dry and don’t realize it. I need to just close my eyes and press in because I carry Your presence.

Lord help me to press into Your presence. To feel the tangible host of Your dwelling. Let me sing for joy to You.