God...
When I walk into the home of my heart I want to see your hat hanging by the door.
I want your things around this home of a heart.
I want your presence in my life to be obnoxiously obvious--like stepping on little pieces of lego.
When I walk into the home of my heart I want to see you standing there, not as a guest but as a permanent fixture.
Open every locked room.
Dust through every cobwebbed space.
My heart is your home.
Come Lord Jesus, Come.
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