Sit Here With Me
Caught up in emotional frenzy, Sharon needed to get away alone for awhile to unwind. The solution was a no-brainer, she would head to the tranquility of the Colorado foothills. Time disappeared as she traveled upward on the unbeaten path. She felt the stress and anxiety slowly dissipate and her mind began to clear as she breathed the fresh mountain air. Then she stopped. Her surroundings had become barren, overgrown with waist-high wild grass and flowers. Sharon realized that she had reached a place that appeared to be seldom visited. Then she noticed it. An old, broken-down bench in the midst of the weeds. A soft voice beckoned to her, "come, sit with Me". Time stood still. She heard it again... "come, sit with Me." The warm and welcoming presence of God waited as she made her way slowly to the bench. "Okay, Lord. I'll sit," she whispered. The bench creaked and shifted underneath her. She closed her eyes. The birds sang joyfully all around her and...