Busy tapping keys these days. The word count grows (23,454 to be exact), and the minutes trickle into the past.
I am thinking about His presence, the way He never moves. Once invited to take up residence in a heart, He enters with a promise to stay - forever.
Some days He luxuriates in the space provided. More often He is jostled and pushed aside by a myriad of things demanding first place. He graciously accepts apologies.
He waits. He has brought a lovely bouquet to the table, set a place - and He waits. He has a great many things He would like to share, but He waits.
When the dust of activity settles and the clamor stills, He is there. Just the mention of His name - a whisper; He is there. He hasn't moved. I take my seat and marvel at His presence. He gently smiles and says, "I've been waiting."
Blessings,
Linda
