He has desired it for His habitation.
"This is My resting place forever;
Here I will dwell, for I have desired it. [...]"
Psalm 132:13-14
I read this the other day when I was feeling quite un-special. I'm feeling quite un-special again right now, so I'll read it again.
Spiritually, Zion represents God's people, so the above passage is about me and about you, if you know Him. The thing that first struck me here, and that still strikes me, is the reason He gives for choosing us to live in. Quite simply, He wanted to. Not to realize some purpose, not to show His favor, not to bless us, not to one day join us to Himself as His bride, not to bring us into His family, not to teach us to live, not to rescue us from ourselves, not to forgive our sin -- though all of these things and more are accomplished through this choice. But the choice itself? He made it because He wanted to. Did He say, "Yep, that seems like a suitable home for Me -- a bunch of rowdy, clueless rebels who will spend more time testing Me than obeying Me"? No, His motivation for this extraordinary arrangement is as unfathomable and indescribable as He is. He is the I AM. His desire could perhaps be referred to as the I have set My heart upon. No explanation required, none given.
The other astonishing thing here is that we are His resting place. RESTING place? Wow, if you had followed me around for the past several days, you would say, "There's someone who sure doesn't qualify as any kind of resting place for God. If anything, she's keeping Him from getting rest." This is true. It's probably true of you occasionally as well, though not as often as it is of me. I am quite the project. Yet He still refers to me as His resting place. This, too, is a mystery. Maybe the word "forever" is a clue? We're talking about Someone whose time reference is eternity, and one day we will become like Him, so perhaps He's referring only to the future. But I don't think so. And when I say "I don't think so," I mean, "God is more complicated than that" -- I don't mean I understand it.
But there it is. He summarizes by reaffirming His decision: Here I will dwell. Nothing can uproot Him from this dwelling place, once He has set foot in it. Not even my moments of raging insurrection. Come to think of it, the times when I am most stirred to anger and rebellion are those when I've convinced myself that He has not chosen me, has not desired me. For what else can be my purpose now? Whom have I but You, Lord? You are my heart's desire.
Don't just assuage my fears, Master. Rebuild me. This dwelling You've chosen may be dilapidated, but You are remaking it into Your palace, your serene and glorious place of rest. It's not surprising that I sometimes feel such pain -- You are ripping out walls.