“They came to Jesus and found the man the demons had departed from,
sitting at Jesus’ feet, dressed and in his right mind.”
Have you ever sat quietly at someone’s feet? It’s been a very rare occurrence for me.
But recently, I was out with our lambs, sitting on the weathered old chair we leave out there. Simply listening to the quiet. . . feeling the warmth of the sunshine…and soaking in the stillness. The lambs were quietly grazing and munching the grass, and I was enjoying the scene, thinking my own thoughts.
Then, I realized that “my” little Easter lamb had quietly made her way to where I was sitting, finding grass to munch around my feet. As she quietly bit off each bit of grass, she chewed for a few moments and then took the next bite. All the while, she was staying within arm’s reach, and I would rub her soft ears and the tightly matted black fur of her head. At times our eyes would meet. In those quiet moments, I was softly touched by her choice to graze so near to me.
And I wondered . . . is this how my Good Shepherd feels when I simply come near, right up to His Feet, and choose to stay awhile? No words necessary. Just to be near. . . within arms’ reach . . . for a while.