My Posture

There are days when I sit up in my bed with him. There are days when I sit in my birthday chair with him. There are days when I sit in my prayer chair with him. There are days when I sit at the dining room table with him. There are days when I sit at the kitchen counter with him. There are days when I sit on the sofa with him. There are days when I sit in my “wow look at this view” chair with him. There are days when I sit at my desk with him. The one he gave me as a retirement gift. And then there are those nights when I’m on my knees with him, and rare encounters when I lay prostrate before him. Sitting, kneeling, standing, walking, driving, or lying down, HE and HE alone knows the posture of my heart.