Moving In

This afternoon we slip into town to look at a house for Mama. Perhaps the days of living at the end of the long country lane are drawing to a close. This house looks out onto fields of clover, so maybe it can become a home for Mama? And maybe Mama is ready to move…new scenery, new vistas, new neighbors, new address.

I'd like to move.
Into someone softer, gentler...with more patience, less sins...more joy, less striving.
But I simply can’t move. While I have breath, I am stuck in this skin. I am permanently at this address: me. The only body of flesh I can ever live in is this one. I cannot relocate to another personality, body, person, or life.

But You, Lord, You are in the business of moving in. You knock on hearts and set up house. You take some rather dilapidated digs and rejuvenate the place. It's what You are all about.

You come indwell me. Maker of Heaven and Earth…and Maker of me…come, take up residence within. Give me a makeover. Make me, and this body, an expression of You.

I am impotent to move out of me into someone else.
Yet You may move into me: Renovate me, restore me, transform me.

There is Hope.

"God himself put it this way:
"I'll live in them, move into them;
I'll be their God and they'll be my people." "

~2 Cor 6:16 (The Message)

Lord, I need a new Tenant. Would You come move in?