For a couple of weeks I was off the wagon or slipped off the chair.  Physically and spiritually I was down which brought discouragement and hopelessness.  God seemed so far away but I was the one away from His presence.  He was exactly where He always is, seated at the right hand of God waiting for me to take my seat.  The sermon “Trusting the Shepherd,” the prayers of my friends and above all the helping hands of Jesus pulled me back to where I belonged.  When we took time to pray in church I heard these words in my spirit, “seated with Him”.  This was not what I expected in return to what I gave him.  As I meditated on this I understood the privileges of being seated with Jesus.

Being seated with Christ means I get to enjoy the same honor, authority, protection and provision.  There is a table prepared in the presence of the enemy.  Whatever I need for physical and spiritual life is spread out for me in Jesus Christ.

Ephesians 2:6,7 says, “And God raised me up with Christ and seated me with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus.” When I was back on the seat I saw the incomparable riches of his grace, expressed in his kindness to me in Christ.  His grace is sufficient for me to deal with everything.  Praise God, I am back where I belong.