I Met God In A Coffee Shop
4/5/20252 min read
I met God in a coffee shop and as always, He was on time, and I was late.
“Sorry Dad I didn’t mean to make you wait”.
He looked me in the eyes and gave me the slightest grin.
Not once did He question where I’d been.
He let me vent and talk till my mouth was cotton dry
but once I slowed down to give Him the opportunity to talk, I started to cry.
“Life has been overwhelming and I just needed time with my Father”.
He let me get out all out. He knows I don’t like being a bother.
Across the table He grasped my hands and shook His head.
I knew He understood and heard everything I said
because that’s just who He is.
He’d certainly pass if I gave Him a quiz.
He’d likely mention things that I didn’t even tell Him yet.
At this point my hands started to sweat.
He let me sit in my feelings for a moment then He wiped my tears.
He reminded me that He’s restoring the years.
He poured into me and encouraged me to hold on
as He’s keeping record of everyone that’s done me wrong.
“If you give up now you can’t win”. “Think of where you’ve been and every test you said was ‘dumb’…
it’s all preparing you for who’ve I’ve destined you to become”.
He gave me permission to feel every emotion I feel,
but reminded me that I still have a purpose to fulfill.
I was crying so hard everything was a glare
and I felt the people stare but I didn’t even care.
This encounter was necessary
it was more than extraordinary.
More than His words, I craved his presence.
A simple touch, His pure essence.
Where I could let my guard down,
He motioned me to stand up.
He opened his arms and gave me the biggest most bestest hug.
Resting His chin on my head while my face was buried in His chest.
His heartbeat is the most beautiful song, I felt truly blessed.
I didn’t want to only shower Him with my troubles
so I thanked Him for carrying me and for caring for me.
I thanked Him for setting me free.
I thanked him for everything in my life that’s working for THE good.
Even for the times my love has been misunderstood.
I thanked Him for never throwing me away
and for His unmerited grace.
He hugged me even tighter, gripping me like a binder.
This man, my God, my Father knows my heart
as he has from the start.
Everything I do is done for His namesake.
He’s given me permission to bend, but we don’t break!
This was my coffee date with my God, my Father.
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