Who's With Whom?

I went out with a group of friends after work recently, and we found ourselves in an awkward situation. Due to tight seating, I ended up sitting across from my friend and next to her husband. The girl catty-corner from me was going to be on my check. Needless to say, the waitress was more than a little confused when we tried to explain who was with whom.

Later that night, while outside staring up at the night sky (as I waited for one stubborn Boston Terrier to perform his duties) and pondering the magificence of God's creation, I wondered the same thing - "who's with whom?" I mean, how can I enter into his presence if he's already with me? At times the scriptures tell me to enter into his presence; other times, it reminds me that God is not only with me, but he will never leave me nor forsake me.

I thought about how at times I sit in the same room as my husband, engrossed in my own little realm of the book I'm reading or the Internet. I'm with him, but I'm not. Sometimes I need to get up out of my chair and plop myself down on the couch next to him and just get into his world. And those are the sweetest times. It's like that with God, I realized. I'm in the palm of God's hand but I can be so oblivious to that fact at times. He's with me . . . but am I with him? Am I engaged in acknowledging his presence? Do I sense his working in my life? Am I sensitive to his word?

Who's with whom? It's supposed to be I with him and he with me. I just have to keep up my end of the bargain. I'm extremely thankful however that, no matter what, he is always with me. That keeps me coming back for more!