Freudian Typo

I have a friend who mows lawns in the summer. He and his son, Chris, do this for a little extra cash and a little father-son bonding. So, last week I emailed to ask if they could take on my yard again this year. I wrote, "Hey, I was wondering if you and Christ are mowing lawns again this summer?" We had a great laugh about the imagery that brought to mind and the hypothetical conversations that might ensue: "Jesus, I think you mowed last time. How about I mow and you weed-eat?"

The email got me to thinking. That's actually how I want to live my life: Living in the presence of Jesus, allowing him access to all the mundane moments, all the random thoughts, and never allowing my heart to retreat to any secret place where He is not welcome. Biblically, I guess you could call that abiding in Christ. I am reminded this week that He is Immanuel - God with us. And I am convicted that all too often I prefer him to be, "God-close-by-for-when-I-need-him-but-I-want-my-space-and-
I-really-don't-want-to-talk-about-this-right-now." Hmm.