I met God along the way and never realized it until he was gone from my sight. He looked like any other man I passed and yet, there was a difference.
There are no words to describe the experience other than I am different for it. Did I receive a healing when I passed through his shadow? I’ll never know for sure but I would like to believe his momentary presence cleansed the error from my soul, leaving me as I was in the beginning.
As I continue along the way, I look differently at everyone I pass, hoping to catch another glimpse of him. Should that blessed moment come again, I will turn and follow him, abandoning the foolishness of my life, content to walk behind him in his footsteps until I cease to be that which I am and become that which he is — perfect.