In the midst

I wrote the following, a day or so ago, and left my words at a special place, where they are in good company and not alone...

Talk is cheap... it is said.. and how true. Sometimes I can talk to someone and there is no sense of them being present, like a disembodied voice rattling on. Maybe it is me at times, maybe it is them. What I know is that a sense of their presence is lacking.

Presence for me is all important, so totally beyond all else. Sometimes I can feel a person's presence just by reading their words, for they share something of their spirit. It happens even if I have never met them, or even heard their voice, for it is not as though I render their written words with my memory of their unique sound and appearance. Rather, it is a special feeling of 'them'. It is one of those treasures in which I delight, when it rises on the horizon to shine in upon my life. Only some will know what I mean, though. For them I am so very thankful.

And, then I got to thinking about what Jesus said, "I will be with you always". I need to think on this more, a whole lot more.