Meet me


“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” – Winnie the Pooh

As the years go by, I am learning to say goodbye.

I am blessed that I had an outstanding therapist that provided great assistance on how to cope well with goodbyes.

Recently, I went through another month long of depression. Maybe, it was the weather change, end of the year change, seeing some old friends, or other things that altered my psychological state. It sucked! But, I was glad I had people that I can count on for prayers, even when I could no longer pray.

However, I’ve been listening to sermons and biblical studies on the Parable of the Prodigal Son. And, lately, the words that has been beating in my mind and my heart are “Meet me.” After all these goodbyes that I went through, “meet me” is a very unhealthy words for someone who struggles with goodbyes.

“Meet me?” Interesting phrase. I guess just like the story, I need to go back to my home and meet my Father. What is my home? Is it my passion? Or a literal home? Like In the Philippines? My first US home church? My family? Which home? Meet an ex? Meet an old friend? Meet where? Meet who?

I still don’t know what it means, but I have a feeling that it is about my calling. “Jireh, meet me.” Is God wants to meet me where it all began? Pinecrest? Am I going to get my answer and revelation during Kids Camp? Now, I am excited. I’ll be waiting.