Puttin my feet up

“Come with Me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest.” (Mark 6:31)

 There is something extraordinarily wonderful about a companionable silence between two people. Can you picture it? All laid back with your feet on the coffee table. Talking, or not talking … doesn’t matter. There is just this sweet communion of the two. Reclining in that manner, you just can’t have a care in the world.

I desire to have a relationship like that with Jesus. Kind of like a “Big Brother” – which in a sense, He really is. Relaxed with Him. Comfortable with Him. No pressures or anxieties. Sharing a common thread. There is a bond. Leaning back with our feet on the coffee table.

Feet on the coffee table, with a roaring fire before us to warm us even though the snows and winds are blowing fierce around us.

Moving the coffee table to the enclosed side porch, where we watch the thunderstorm roll in and pelt the world around us. But not us.

Moving again to the deck, where it is sunny and bright, waves gently lapping at the shoreline.

Goodness, seems like all I need is Jesus and a coffee table to get me through the good and stormy times of life. Peace seems to reign when we are together with our feet on a coffee table. It’s hard to be anxious in such a relaxing pose – and with Jesus present.

So put your feet up and stay awhile with Me … let the world around us go on its own merry way.