was daybreak, and the mist was rising in the valley.
I walked out through the carport in my nightgown and bare feet.
I looked down the driveway.
I saw Someone coming up the hill through the mist.
He was wearing a white robe and sandals on his feet.
As He approached, a wave of joy flowed over me. It was my Lord.
He reached out to me and I to him; we did not touch.
He turned aside and a wave of sadness washed over me
as I realized that he had to leave;
he had other people to see.
He walked over the grass to the steps that went down to the highway.
I followed and stood at the top of the steps and watched Him
as He walked down the highway
and into the mist.
I turned and walked back to the house.
The joy I felt always comes back to me when I think of this encounter.