I begin December with the prayer of Charles Wesley. It is hymn # 18 in “A Collection of Hymns.” Reprinted in 1864.

Maker, Savior of mankind,
   Who hast on me bestowed
An immortal soul, designed
   To be the house of God:

Come, and now reside in me,
  Never, never to remove;
Make me just and good, like thee,
   And full of power and love.

I am living in this reality, Jesus in me! As Wesley opened his heart, he pled, “Come, and now reside in me.” My soul is specially designed to be “the house of God.” Me, God’s house, his home, his dwelling, a place that he calls home? I can barely take it in. I have trouble with the fact that Jesus came into this world at all. And to think and know that he came in order to live in my soul – can it be? If this is true, and I am sure it is (for I experience it), what an amazing privilege – to have the Lord Jesus in my house, not as a guest but as the HOST!

I love the next verse, especially the “happy too.”

Bid me in thy imagine rise,
A saint, a creature new;
True, and merciful, and wise,
And pure, and happy too.

This is the kind of happiness I was created to enjoy, now and forever.