If Jesus was still physically living on the earth I would choose Him. We'd talk about some of the things I have questions about in Scripture. Being in His presence would take away desire for physical food...I'd be quite content with my soul and spirit being fed.
Dianna, Jesus was my first thought too.
Well since it is near your house, Gina, I would like to sit and visit with you!
Now, now, Arlene. I don't count as we are friends. ♥
I guess I missed that part Gina...so let me pick another person. Many have picked Jesus and yes, that would be wonderful but I shall say I would love to sit and visit with Martha, the sister of Lazarus. I have often thought she is a great example for us as Jesus corrected her, she took it to heart and had great faith at the tomb of Lazarus.
Arlene, I'd not really thought about Martha that way before but I see how it would be very interesting to talk to her. :-)
I love fog! I would spend it with myself :) xx
Lynda, I thought about this too. So quiet and beautiful.
Oh, there are many people I would love to sit on that seat overlooking that lake and chat to; though, I think I too, would love to sit awhile and chat to Jesus....pick His mind, His soul, hear His answers, his gentle and loving voice. Just to be in the quiet of His presence, that would be life changing.
Kim, I absolutely agree. Except I wouldn't want Him to leave..
What an intriguing question, Gina! This looks like such a beautiful place to do some deep soul searching. I think I would love to sit and talk with one of the Saints. St. Francis comes to mind, as I so love nature and animals. I hope you are having a lovely weekend, my friend. xx K
St. Francis is my favorite saint, Karen. What a gentle soul who understood what true humility and simplicity means. xx
I really can't think of anyone right off hand that I don't know already
Connie, sitting by oneself by the lake would be wonderful as well. :-)
We all have our “good old days” tucked away inside our hearts, and we return to them in dreams like cats to favorite armchairs. ~ B. Carter