Jesus Meets Me

What could be better than Jesus meeting me in my time of prayer

July 30

I love it when Jesus meets me during my time of centering prayer. With my eyes closed, and using my scared symbol, which is my tree of life, in my mind, I walk towards the large green canopy. At first, I was walking around my tree with my hand lightly brushing the surface of the bark. Watching my footsteps as I walked around the tree and stepping over the roots, I am asking God if this place in my spirit will one day be as real the trees in my back yard. I am not sure if this is possible, but I hope. Jesus joined me as I walked. He walked slowly beside me. We simply enjoyed the time together. In the silence and the calm, I can feel His strength, His love, and His care for me. We stay in perfect silence and tranquility. Then He stopped and stood in front of me. He embraced me and I rested. My head on His chest. No words, just love. I feel whole and safe and loved. What else could I need? And what better way to start the day?