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Tonight, I slipped out of the office for an early dinner with my journal. As I sat at the table in the restaurant, with my journal open and the intention to pray, I became distracted by the fact that they were taking so long to make my food. There were only two people working in this place, one on the register and one cook.

Everyone who ordered their food before me got theirs. It took a while, but they did. But then I noticed that the people who ordered after me were starting to get their food. I became fixated upon the guy working the grill. My foot started tapping wildly. I became twitchy.

And then it dawned on me. Would I be bothered by this if Jesus were sitting at the table with me, asking me questions, telling me stories, and generally just being with me? When I've been out to dinner with dear friends, things like the service never cross my mind. Long or short, I'm there with them.

And so, I wrote in my journal: "Jesus, you're here with me, right?"

Tonight, it was quiet after I wrote that. So, I'm coming to this blog with a question for you. How is Jesus with you? What does he change? Maybe your answers can help me.