Meeting with Jesus... a story

Meeting with Jesus. It's a bit of a funny thing to say. But that's what I call this story. Some of you will know bits of this story. This is just a glimpse...



Meeting with Jesus


She was sitting alone. Her friends were there, in the room, but for a reason she couldn’t explain even to herself, she was sitting alone, surrounded by strangers. The worship started. This was the part she was usually good at, but it seemed lately, she had lost all interest. She had lost all hope; she really believed there was nothing left for her. Feeling overwhelmed with life, she began to weep silently, in her heart crying out to God, who she hadn’t talked to in months, to take it all away.
She felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around, and there, staring back at her was a complete stranger who had been standing next to her, watching the tears fall. Calmly, he said “Can I pray for you?”
Silence.
Words couldn’t explain what went through her mind at that particular moment; she was taken aback, to say the least. She swallowed hard, and quietly nodded.
“Lord, I don’t know this girl, I don’t know what’s going on in her head, but I know You do know her. You know her.”
It was a simple prayer, one that she would never remember much of. But that one small part, she remembered forever, in her toughest times even years later.
It was the moment she came to truly know the love of Jesus, all because of the selflessness of a stranger. That was the night she first met with Jesus, and fell truly, madly and deeply in love with Him.



Beautiful.