I am not my own...

There is a place within you that dwells the most sacred place on earth. It is kept for that moment when you say yes to all that God is and no to all that is not. It is sacred - like walking into a church with high ceilings, stained glass windows and the smell of old pews.

It resides deep within you. At one time, guarded by two huge angels. They stood guard so that nothing unwanted, dirty, tainted or mangled would go in. Wings sprawled out before and around guarding... day and night with no regard of whom intruded... no tolerance for what should not be. Posted by their maker.

This is the place you retreat to for safety, refuge, healing hurt, to be fully and completely loved. To be known - to be shown who you are, and know you have been made new.

You enter, and this sacred place ends at you - and begins in Him. You are immediately held, loved, and asked to stay longer than you ever feel you deserve to, or are ever able to.

Once you were not able to darken this rooms door, but now with bloodstained wooden doorposts, the dwelling of God the Father has now entered. He lives in this place, with you. Gods desire to be here with you was so strong He gave everything... the blood on the posts is His own. A long terrifying sacrifice made to encompass eternity in one moment... now the sacred living, dwelling in one human being.

This is the place He waits for you. The door always open, the room set with the finest of things you need to enjoy this life on earth. A setting where you feed on needs you have been desperate to fill from the day you were born.

Do you not know that you are the temple for the one and only Holy God? You are not your own.