“Where did you meet Him?” You ask. Oh, how can I express this wonder to you?
He Met Me in places so very unexpected. He Met Me in my many and deep losses, for sure, to comfort me and hold me till my exhausted body, soul and spirit melted in His arms…there I laid upon His Heart in great sobs. He Met Me in my times of breaking down, of what seemed to be every fiber of my being, which caused me to barely gasp in His quiet Presence. He Met Me as I cried my heart out in deep loneliness and let me feel His personal love for me. He Met Me in my quiet walks in the fields under His beautiful blue sky, reminding me of my eternal home with Him above. He Met Me as I tried to pray, yet could only murmur a sigh, but also in the moving rivers of prayer that seemed to flow out in torrents as well. He Met Me in great joys, in sobering sorrows, in my quest for Him and in my quest for light and truth and peace. He Met Me when I was sure it was time for me to pass over into glory, as I was totally enveloped in peace that was unearthly, yet recovered me to walk with Him still more upon this earth. He Met Me when I was with my family and others and let me know what He was feeling so I could grow in understanding, loving them with joy and experience that closeness with Jesus. He Met Me when I felt alone or rejected or misunderstood so I could feel that intimacy with Him, for He, Himself, felt those same emotions just as I did. And He Met Me when I was hopeful and happy and expressed my deepest desires for more of my Father’s Heart, for more of Him, My Love, My Everything…for more intimacy with Him. He met me Face to Face.
He Always Met Me, for I am His own possession, for all Eternity.