The Presence I Keep

And looking around at those seated in the circle he said,
“Here are my mother and my brothers.
For whoever does the will of God
is my brother and sister and mother.”
Mark 3:34-35

I am a great fan of the Golden State Warriors. I fell asleep last night replaying the blow-out shellacking of the Spurs. On my way to slumberland, I imagined again the three-point shots of Curry (6 out of 9), his steals (5 of them), his play-making assists (3). I just love watching Curry play and he was in my mind as I fell asleep. There is a certain connection between him and me. Yet, he does not even know that I exist and that I root for him every single game.

There are nights it is Jesus and God in my mind. I would fall asleep counting my blessings: the good things in my life that I never imagined I would have, the loving and caring people around me, the events of the day where things just simply fell into place like balls snugly fitting into exact holes. And as I finally lose myself in my sleep, my last thoughts are of Jesus, of God in my life. And when I wake up the next morning, I feel like I spent the whole night with God. And God knows me. He has called me by name. He has His name written all over the blessings in my life, in the people who have enriched my life, in the events of my life which I feel He directs and guides.

In my better and inspired moments, I hear the voice of Jesus saying of my loved ones, “Here are my mother, my brothers, my sisters.” And God is speaking, “You are my son. I am here with you now.”

As I fall asleep,
There is a presence I keep.
I’m alone with God. 

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