It wasn’t anything particular you said.
I just knew something was different.
Like many, you mainly wanted prayers for your kids. Your husband left when your first child did, leaving you a single mom with four kids to raise. The two daughters are now on their own, but you still have three boys at home.
You did what you could. You met you goal to stay off welfare, to not live on food stamps.
But even through the pride of your accomplishments, I could hear you were tired. A weary warrior. Years of day-by-day living takes its toll. So when we started to pray, you seemed relieved.
Yet there was something more. Something deeper.
An intersection of spirits.
We can’t predict when God will rip a hole through our atmosphere and tie two souls together. We can’t prepare for it. We can only be open to it. To notice it when it happens.
You said it first. “There’s the power of God here.”
I knew it was true.
We prayed together for courage, for your push to keep food on the table, for strength.
You looked at my name tag. “Lisa,” you repeated my name. “I’ll remember you. I’ll be praying for you. Every day. We are secret prayer partners now.”
I knew that was true, too.
We hugged. We said good-bye. You walked into the next room.
I wanted to find a quiet place right then to soak in the Spirit, to be still in the moment. Tears were begging to spill over.
Holy moments need room to breathe.
But I looked at the line. More people were waiting. And there were no exterior quiet places.
So I quickly typed your name into my phone, hid your face in my heart, and went on to the next person.
Did you know that I prayed for you today, Juanita? And many days since that first time.
Our paths may never cross again in the flesh. But they will in the spirit. In his Spirit we remain bonded, friends, sisters.
God won’t let me forget you.
Sometimes God connects us to people we hardly even know. For reasons we don’t have to understand.
- Maybe it’s for us.
- Maybe it’s for them.
- Maybe it’s for deeper battles still to come.
Whether these relationships end up lasting a lifetime—or just ten minutes—they still matter. They are more than warm feelings in a moment.
These sacred meetings are thin places, the spiritual world intersecting with the physical world, reminding us that there is more.
The Spirit still moves about, breathing in and out through his people.
Our responsibility is to stay awake for it. To notice the people around us. Those we already know intimately.
And those we’re just about to meet.
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Have you ever met a stranger and felt like you knew them already? Please share in the comments.
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