Here I sit in my office in the basement. Earlier this morning I sat at the kitchen table, updating one of my business Web sites. Later on today I expect to sit in my car, at the library, and perhaps on the back porch steps. I could go down in the woods and sit on a stump or on a fallen tree or on the creek bank.

Wherever I may sit, Jesus is there.

That means He is here — sitting with me, as He did with them:

“And Jesus went up into a mountain, and there he sat with his disciples” (John 6:3).

That is such a restful picture to me.

If I can remember that through the day, my own experience shall be restful.

So let me remember that Jesus sits (and walks and lies down) with me.

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