You can tell a lot about someone based on how he or she feels about home.
If someone dreads to come home, then we can conclude that home as a place and people are not dear to them. I use to not be overjoyed to going home from school when I was young. It was not because I did not like home or loved my family, it was just that home was a place where a lot of work was demanded of me, I loved school more.
In the old testament, people met God and each other in a tent or tabernacle (temple). It was an experience like no other, the living God came and met with his people. It is this very moment that the writer is yearning for. His soul longs for God and meeting God among His people.
The temple was not just a meeting place, it was a beautiful, it was a lovely place that had layers and layers of eye-opening decor that awoke all the senses, above all God was there. God is beautiful, I know that we rarely speak of this virtue of God’s character, but he is. What is even more breathtaking is that every believer in Jesus Christ redemption carries The Holy Spirit. We carry God? We are the temple where God dwells in, we are God’s home. Can we even contemplate that?
We don’t have to be in elegant buildings or ancient cathedrals, God is with us, in us. His presence is as near as our breath. Meeting with one another embodies the beauty of the bride with the bridegroom abiding together in unity. The perfect Romance.