the day i met you, by n.smith

I can remember the day I met you.

It wasn’t at confirmation class. It wasn’t when I received my first bible. Or took my first communion.

It wasn’t on a Sunday.

It wasn’t in a sermon. Or a hymn.

It wasn’t through a religion. Or even in a church.

The day I really met you, it was just

You

And

Me.

In a basement.

Your spirit came upon me. My knees hit the ground. A puddle of tears gathered at your feet, as a white flag was raised above my head.

You gave me your hand. I handed you my heart.

No magic needed. No tracks in my back pocket.

Just a gentle touch to my heart. A purpose revealed to my destiny. A promise spoken from your lips.

No special prayer. No walk on water.

Just my jumbled words of thanks and praise.

Imperfect and unprepared, I was rescued.

That’s how I met you.