I know, I know. Two posts in one day? Why aren’t you cleaning the house and regrouping from your overnight company, you ask.

Well, because our town’s water system is being overhauled, and today it’s our turn to have no water. So, until 5:30, I can’t wash a single dish or do a single load of laundry. In fact, I can’t even flush the toilet. This is truly roughing it.

Why, then, aren’t you hanging pictures on the wall and otherwise completing the process of moving in?

Well, that’s a good question.

Jameson is amusing me with his play here in the living room. (So adorable to watch him try to figure things out, like stacking toys and turning pages in books!) While he does that, I’ll mention that I read a verse that came alive, again, to me:

How blessed is the man whose strength is in You,
In whose heart are the highways to Zion!
Passing through the valley of Baca they make it a spring;…
They go from strength to strength. (–psalm 84)

Home is where He is. Better is one day in His courts; blessed are those who dwell in His courts. When He is enthroned in our hearts, and the path to His presence is well worn in our lives, even places of weeping become wells of life. Those are the people who are strong regardless of circumstance — because their hearts are fixed on an immovable object, a wellspring of life and joy.

And here, in a new place, this is life to me again. It’s a challenge, again, to go from strength to strength, and make His dwelling place my soul’s habitation.