Meeting Jesus

I was praying on the beach one day and as I was leaving, a lady came hurrying up to me. She said that she has seen me praying several times, with my hands over my heart, and that I looked sad. She said that a still small voice asked her to hug me and tell me that Jesus loves me. She believed the voice was from Jesus. We had a beautiful hug. I told her that the previous night, I had prayed that Jesus reveal himself to me in a dream. He didn’t come in a dream but came to me instead through this woman of faith.