Today we arrived in Lindale, Texas, and introduced Lizzie, our home for the last 20 years to our stationary home for the next (God truly only knows) years. As Gary and I navigate this new dynamic (slowing down with SOWER-ing and being part of a community for longer than three weeks), I am so thankful that regardless of wherever my physical home is, my true home is found in the Lord. This musical rendition of Psalm 84 speaks to that joyful security!
When I sit at Your table
I am right where I belong
In the doorway of my Father’s house
I’m home
How lovely are Your dwelling places
Your Holy Spirit here in us
Oh how I love to sing Your praises
One day with You would be enough
When I bow down before You
I am richer than all kings
When I stand in Your presence
I am free
When I sit at Your table
I am right where I belong
In the doorway of my Father’s house
I’m home
If all this world was for the taking
And every treasure known was mine
Not one of them would ever sway me
I’d choose my Savior every time
Wherever I go
I’m home
Because You’re here
In my soul
You’re an oasis in the desert
Living water overflow
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