I think that, God in His omnipresence dwells in us, and in an actual
place.  The book of Job says something about in the north beyond the
empty space.  I would have to look it up but I don't care to do it, now.

earlier, Helen, wrote:
>"Sing praises to the Lord, who dwells in Zion"
><http://www.studylight.org/desk/?passage=ps+9:11&sr=1>Psalm 9:11
>
>God at Home
>
>Zion - Where does God dwell? David tells us that He dwells in tsiyyon
>(Zion). But what does that mean? Did you think Zion is the same as
>Jerusalem? Did you think Zion is a heavenly city? Do you see images
>of pearly gates and streets of gold? Perhaps there is a more
>intriguing image that you never considered. What if tsiyyon (Zion) is
>connected to tsiyyah (dry land)? What if the home of God is precisely
>in the parched desert of my soul? What if God resides where I cannot
>survive without Him?
>
>   I suggest that God is most real to us where we are least able.
>Where we fail and succumb to our greatest temptations and fears, God
>is there. Where we struggle and fret, God is comfortably present.
>Where life puts us through the wringer, God washes us clean. The
>curse that haunts your desert place is there to bring God's grace
>into your life.
>
>Most of us flee the desert. We do all that we can to protect
>ourselves from those empty, dried out, frightening places, those dark
>alleys and dim stairways that crush us with guilt and remorse, that
>overwhelm us with anxiety and shame. But what if those are God's
>apartments and streets? What if He is most at home in the slums of
>our lives? What if Zion is the dry land?
>
>I have traveled through some very desolate places in my life. I find
>that every exit on the road I travel today leads immediately to
>parched land. I have often struggled to regain my footing and tried
>desperately to get back on track when I realize I am face down in the
>sand. I am tempted to think that God is impatiently waiting for me
>back on the highway, ready to remind me that I need to watch where
>I'm going. That's a lie straight from hell. If I really pay attention
>to the sand in my eyes and nose, I discover that there is a gentle
>hand wiping away the grains. God is right there with me, lying in the
>sand next to me, breathing the same stale air, feeling the same
>terrible heat. He looks into my eyes and says, "This is my home too.
>You must be thirsty. Lean on me while I get you something to drink."
>
>Have you met God in Zion? Do you know that He lives where you are dying?
>
>-Skip Moen-
>Edited copy
>
>
>   "God lives in the wilderness of our desperation.  He's at home
>there."   -Skip Moen

John