The beautiful psalm 84 speaks to yearning hearts of the possibility of resting with God in God’s own “house.” How lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord of Hosts, sings the psalmist this morning. My soul yearns and pines for the courts of the Lord. My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God. It doesn’t matter who we are because even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest in which she puts her young. Another translation continues, Anyone who lives near you is filled with higher purpose and fuller joy. And then a question: What else is there but to go on praising you?
The psalm goes on to speak of the pilgrim’s path that, even in the desert, continues to give joy if we draw our strength from God at each step. It is that sense of a safe place – a place to nest – that motivates me. It calls up courage that is found inside even when the outer world is rocked with conflict; it soothes the soul and keeps one moving forward, joyfully praising all the way home.