His

Sunday, my pastor spoke on our bodies as the Tabernacle of God, His dwelling place.
We are holy, set apart, a royal priesthood, kingdoms and priests unto God.

And I don't know what it is, but that truth
washed like waves over me. Over and over:

You are my Tabernacle. You are where I make my Dwelling Place.

I mean, the Creator of the Universe tore the veil that we may have inexhaustible access to Him - because He is in and through us.

I guess whenever I hear those verses from Song of Solomon, I know they are sweet and loving and all that, but it is being sealed on my heart that He is mine, because I am His. I am made beautiful and set apart because He has made His dwelling in me.

"But when one turns to the Lord, the veil is removed.
The Lord is Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. And we, with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord, are begin transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another" (II Corinthians 3:17-18).


Hallelujah.

There is freedom not only FROM,

but freedom UNTO

None of this is really new. Nothing new under the sun, after all. But still. Whenever I can just spend time sitting before him, I feel like I am reminded over and over that

I
have
tasted
and
seen,
and
I
have
been
ruined.

There is something that shifts in you when you know that you are MADE for Him, for his presence, for His nearness.