Yesterday my family was out of town so rather than sit next to the aisle at church, saving an entire pew for my crazy clan, I move all the way in and sat against the wall. It's the spot my 12 year old and 14 year old usually fight over as it is best for leaning against should you need a nap (each week).
By the time the sacrament started, no one had joined me in my pew. I thought about sliding back to center to make it easier for the young men passing the sacrament to get to me. But I was comfortable and didn't feel like moving. So I stayed put.
As the young man assigned to my quadrant of the chapel walked down my aisle, he almost passed me before noticing that I had blended in somewhat with the wall. I watched him take a deep breath, course correct, and the begin to make his way towards me. (We have long pews. It was a long walk.)
As he made his way to me I had the distinct impression that this is how it works. No matter how far away from the Lord I get, He will bring himself an offering to me. He will find me and offer himself up to me.
I know the scriptures say, "Draw near unto me, and I will draw near unto you," and I believe it's true. We should seek him. But I also believe that the Lord has on occasion drawn near unto me even though I have desperately tried to remain immovable in relation to Him.
And for this, I give thanks.