At His Feet

This past week the puppy and the baby (I really shouldn't call him that as he is not really a baby anymore) have been sitting at my feet taking in the warmth of the heater that I like to run.  We don't have heat in the house, and well, even if we did, I'm sure that I would still like to have the heater going on my feet because I don't like to be cold.  For me, this is a comfort.  I enjoy warmth, and well, I guess that Corban and Buddy do, too.  They will sit there (at least the dog does) for as long as I have the heater going.  This has started me thinking about sitting at the feet of Jesus.  Why do we - uh hm - I so often run around in a rush and forget to take time at our Lord's feet?  He is sitting there, offering us all the warmth we could ever need, and yet we are too busy to take it.  I am so guilty of this.  Very rarely do I just sit and enjoy the presence of the Lord.  Very rarely do I take the time to just sit and enjoy his company.  It's not that I don't spend time with him, but it's not often that I just sit there, not expecting anything in return other than to be near him and his warmth.  My prayer is that I will begin to have a great longing just to sit at his feet.  That I won't have to utter a word, that I won't expect anything in return, but that I will just sit and enjoy him.