A woman approached me with a smile and outstretched hand. “I’ve always wanted to meet you,” she said.
I couldn’t imagine why. She was a stranger to me and I had no name recognition. Why would she want to meet me?
“I’ve always wanted to meet you,” she continued, “I know your daughter. She is such a delightful person to know, and I have looked forward to meeting her mother.” I was touched by her description of my daughter but later I wondered
Do people ever want to meet Christ, because they know me?
Martha Hawn VanCise©2016 www.signpostsonhightrails.com
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