How lovely is your dwelling place,
O Lord Almighty!
My soul yearns, even faints,
for the courts of the Lord;
My heart and my flesh cry out
for the living God.
Even the sparrow has found a home,
and the swallow a nest for herself,
where she may have her young–
a place near your altar,
O Lord Almighty, my king and my God.
Blessed are those who dwell in your house;
they are ever praising you.
Psalm 84:1-4 (NIV)
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Katharine is a writer, speaker, women's counselor, and professional mom. Happily married over 50 years to the same gorgeous guy. She loves cooking amazing homegrown food, celebrating grandbabies, her golden-egg-laying hennies, and watching old movies with popcorn.
Her writing appears at Medium, Arkansas Women Bloggers, Contently, The Testimony Train, Taste Arkansas, Only in Arkansas, and in several professional magazines and one anthology.
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I love the lord, each of our hairs are numbered….. 🙂
Yeh. And that’s not the same as counted, like I have 5,839,201 strands of hair. Rather, it is that the one that fell out and stuck to my shirt was #5,839,202, before it fell out. And yet, the same Lord can contain a nuclear meltdown, as we all pray He will.