I met You tonight. You were the compassion in an acquaintance. I talked to you a few days ago. You were the interest and advice, I needed but did not want to listen to or follow, of a dear friend.
A few Saturday’s ago we had breakfast together. You were the innocence, joy and inquisitive mind of an eleven month old. You were the intelligence, grace and gentleness of old friends.
You made me tea and cinnamon bread a few months ago. You were the red head with the crazy sense of humour and earth shattering wisdom all in one breath.
We put the world to rights a few weeks ago, You and I: in a joyful morning of muffins, tea and shared experiences, in the stolen moments of a brief Skype call, in the unexpected luxury of a two hour phone call.
You are the joy of caring for an elderly parent. Staying strong and loving through the confusion and sleepless nights.
You were in the moment when I sat beside a searching soul, when I asked questions and was humbled by the answers. You are the banter of the café worker. You’re the person who asks, ‘How are you?’ and wants the real answer. You made me scones before a dentist appointment and filled my mind with wonder and awe at the simplicity, that I’ve missed for so many years, in living, really living in Your presence and in Your word.
For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.
When I couldn’t see You, You revealed yourself to me.