March 31, 2019                                Psalm 84                      Rev. Erin Counihan

Psalm 84 (reimagined and prayed, for now)

How lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord of this all.

My heart, my brain, my whole self, longs to be wherever you are, to rest in your presence, to curl up and hold somewhere within your voice.

To find home with you. Not structure or space, but that feeling, you know, of being so safe and loved and maybe surrounded by the smell of chocolate chip cookies. Laying on the couch in my sweatpants. With nothing expected of me and nothing on the agenda to do. That kind of home.

With you.

Because I know people, who have that calm about them. That peace and confidence and assuredness of your love. That posture, that peace, that can only come from complete trust in you. They journey through this world in chocolate-chip smelling sweatpants confidence.

O Lord, God of all, hear my prayer, listen and know, that I want to find hope and confidence and home in you. I want to find it and know it and remain with it and you forever.

Issue us fuzzy socks and board games, assign us each a cushion and a curled up furry friend, and call us family and welcome us home, O Lord…. We seek to be with you.

AMEN.