I wept. I could not get past the fact that, because I accepted Christ as my Savior at age 7, the Holy Spirit lives in me. I could not get past the fact that I am broken and wounded. I kept asking myself why. Why would the Holy spirit want to dwell in me? I have a dear friend who is a godly example of a wife, mother, daughter, friend……….. She said to me once, “I am a wretch!” Pure and simple. Humble and broken. I’ve thought of her saying that a million times. I’ve felt it myself at least a million and one times. And now, I am reminded in this beautiful passage that the fullness of God was pleased to dwell in Christ. So where does that leave me? I, of course, had to look up the meaning of the word dwell. It means:
…for in Him all the fullness of God was pleased to dwell,..
So if the Holy Spirit lives in me, that makes me a dwelling. Here’s the definition: Hymns of Praise. Intentionally thinking about praising the Lord on a daily basis can do something to you. At least it did something to me. I’m not perfect. I never will be. Often I may look like the Ambler’s house, broken and missing key things that make me seem complete. But what I know is that because I asked Jesus into my heart, the Holy Spirit dwells with me. The rest of Colossians has much to say about the characteristics that we, as believers, should have. That’s why I read it often…I need the reminder. It’s a daily thing to keep “clean” but my heart is like a beautiful plantation home to the Lord. It’s His dwelling place.
Joy to You!