God's household

A friend gave me a daily devotional a couple months back, and I recently picked it up and have been loving the beautiful words and daily Scripture readings. This verse really spoke to me this week:

Psalm 27:4 The Message

I'm asking God for one thing,
only one thing:
To live with him in his house
my whole life long.
I'll contemplate his beauty;
I'll study at his feet.

The imagery of living with God in His house is so poetic. Can you picture it? Coming downstairs in the morning to see God sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a glass of orange juice, gathering around a HUGE rich wooden table laden with good things to eat, each member pitching in to help with the household chores. Idyllic, peaceful, harmonious... in today's near 100 degree heat and being 37 weeks pregnant, it seems pretty perfect.

Now. I'm well aware this is probably not what the psalmist had in mind when penning this psalm. Written in the Jewish context, this likely was a reference to the Temple, where God's people gathered to worship Him. Today, the church usually reads this verse as an encouragement to desire to remain in God's presence, despite our physical location of being at work, home, church, wherever. But go with me a minute.

In a household, there are rules (guidelines, whatever you want to call them). Some spoken, some not. We abide with other members of the household, each playing a role, doing our part. In our humanity, it's messy. We don't always get it right. Actually ,we often get it wrong. But there is a certain way of doing things, of approaching things, that is expected. There is a culture to our home.

As I consider my longing to live with God in His house, am I being mindful of His rules? His guidelines, the "culture" of that household? Isn't this what I mean when I say I am trying to live a Christian life - abide by His precepts, His desires for me, His ways and purposes? It's not so different from being part of a household. The household (body) of Christ.

One of the pieces to being part of God's household is looking at life and my circumstances with a God-perspective. A few months back I took part in a women's Bible study, and one of the huge things that really convicted me was the necessity of looking at the world with God tinted lenses. Using His Truth to filter our experiences through. I am not talking about evaluating science through a biblical worldview. This is not the age-old-I'm-so-done-with-it-God-did-it-somehow-and-who-cares-how argument of creation versus evolution. I am talking about the day in day out grit of life. When we face things that are hard, even devastating and crushing, we need to see it through God's Truth. And when we face things that are beautiful and rich and satisfying, we still need to see it through God's Truth.

Welcoming a new baby into a home while my husband seeks a new job to better support his family, while receiving rejection letter after rejection letter, all the while pretty much hating his current workplace? Uncertain of how my own maternity leave with end, seeing roadblocks instead of options? I feel pretty desperate some days. But I cling to the hope that with God tinted lenses, this is an opportunity for us to see Him provide in His ways, His timing, for His purposes. He is GOOD. HE IS ALWAYS GOOD. Does this mean it will work out like we expect and hope? No. But He is good.

The death of a beloved Grandpa, father, father-in-law? Terrible. Maybe even with God tinted lenses it is terrible, after all, we weren't really created to endure death, death is the result of the fall. But with God-tinted lenses, it has also been an opportunity to love and grow closer to a Grandma, mother, mother-in-law. It has been an opportunity to serve, and be served, by a lovely woman who has much to teach and share.

How about something wildly thrilling, like the beauty of good friends and community? A chance for us to enjoy good company? Yes, absolutely. But with God-tinted lenses, it's also a chance to invite others who need this same fellowship, who need people to live life with them, who don't have people to call on.

Too bad I can't buy God-tinted lenses at the store. It's hard. I struggle to orient myself correctly to view the minutes and hours of my day with this in mind. It's a daily prayer, to wake up remembering that I am a member of God's household, living in His home, abiding in His ways.

Studying at His feet.