My refuge and my home...

That man is perfect in faith who can come to God in the utter dearth of his feelings and his desires, without a glow or an aspiration, with the weight of low thoughts, failures, neglects, and wandering forgetfulness, and say to him, "Thou art my refuge, because thou art my home."  ~George MacDonald, "The Child in the Mist," Unspoken Sermons

How lovely is your dwelling place,

Lord, God of hosts!

The sparrow herself finds a home...

and am I not worth more than many sparrows?

Are you not my Jesus,

to whom little ones belong?

I am weak, but you are strong!

O my love, my fortress,

my stronghold, my savior,

my shield, my place of refuge,

my God in whom I trust!

O Lord of hosts, my King and my God!

May I always make my home in you!