Lord Jesus,
you promised nearness made permanent.
You said you would come
as a homebuilder of the soul.

Teach me what it means
in the quiet rooms of a human heart,
furnished with weakness, longing, and unfinished faith.

I confess how often I treat you as a guest,
tidying up before prayer,
hiding what feels unworthy,
forgetting that love does not rent space,
it inhabits.

Make your home in me,
in my waking and my resting,
in obedience that feels small and costly,
in love that learns slowly how to stay.

Let my life become a place
where your word is kept
by love that listens.

Father, Son, Holy Spirit,
if You dwell here,
then I am never alone,
never empty,
never beyond the reach of grace.

So remain.
Rearrange what must be rearranged.
Light what has gone dim.
Rest where I have been restless.

And let my deepest knowing be this:
that You are not merely with me,
you are at home.

-based on JN 14:23