PITCHING MY TENT TOWARD HOME
Incline my heart to your testimonies, and not to selfish gain! Psalm 119:36
To 'incline my heart' means I've pitched my tent in His direction.
I've chosen to pack a few belongings, leave my home country, and go to the perfect camping spot where I can see the kingdom. Every morning, the dawn of His love and faithfulness is in view. I've detached myself from the world I've left behind. It no longer consumes me. I'm a sojourner with minimal stuff. My focal point has become the joy of His company.
I am in awe that He longs for a relationship with me. I am surprised that He doesn't tire of me after so much time together. His desire for me only grows, not wanes. I don't really understand it because I know that if you spend enough time with just one person here on earth, eventually there's a rub. You want your freedom. You crave alone time. Not so with God. When He's my home, there are no quirks and habits to repel me. I want more of Him, not less. He wants more of me, not less.
What inspirational thoughts but here's the catch. I can't drive down the stakes of my tent in two worlds and expect to live at peace. My heart can only have one home. Unlike those who enjoy a winter home and summer home and divide their time between the two, God says that I must choose or risk being unstable. The two kingdoms, and those who rule them, are incompatible. How can I be intimate with both rulers, live like a traitor, and enjoy well-being?
So I've made my choice. I've pitched my tent toward glory and I realize that I'm on a journey to a new address. My home will be wherever He is and while I make my way there, His Spirit is with me - guiding me through the minefields of battle - comforting me and healing the wounds I've sustained in the many skirmishes. I know the final victory that is to come but in the heat of battle, His company is enough. I accept that life will be imperfect until I experience the glory of perfection.
I drive down the stakes of my tent deeper into the soil of You. Amen