Sometimes I have to meet my husband somewhere.
When I arrive, I look for him.
He’s not hard to spot, being tall and very familiar.
But in the minutes of looking, I somehow feel a little lost; a bit unimportant in the crowd maybe, or just not sure of my place.
When I find him, there is an immediate sense of belonging-of knowing that I am now with someone who knows and loves me. That I have found my place.
It’s a really good feeling; settling and peaceful and right.
I imagine the one on one moments some people had with Jesus during His mortal ministry might feel something like that.
Even in the middle of a crowd.
The woman who touched His hem, seeking healing power.
The multitude gathered at the temple in Bountiful when He invited them each to have a moment with Him, witnessing the marks of His sacrifice and love engraved in His resurrected body.
Peter, walking with Him along the shore of the Sea of Galilee receiving counsel.
Because Jesus has the power and desire to bless the whole world, I can forget that He also has the ability and capacity to bless one. To see and bless me, as an individual.
In His infinite capacity, He can see each of us the way we see those most loved to us.
In Him we will find that sense of belonging. Of being fully known and fully loved.
Of finding our place.
How glorious that His ability to create worlds without number and to guide and administer to all of God’s children doesn’t prevent His capacity to relate to each of us as a one.
The more familiar He is to us, the easier He will be to find, and the more we will feel our place with Him.
Established and rooted, abiding in Him.
Knowing that with Him we will always be right where we belong.
