Oh may it be so, Lord! You reverently and distinctively made me in my mother's womb, with love and tenderness You made me and knew me before I was born. Who am I, Lord? Is Your glory dwelling in this temple of mine? Am I allowing You to fill it, or just to occupy a corner? There is so much room left for me. I want You to occupy me so densely that there ISN'T any room left for me! Not because my will has been forced out, but because my will has become the same as Yours!
"By wisdom a house is built,
and through understanding it is established
through knowledge its rooms are filled
with rare and beautiful treasures." Proverbs 24:3-4
