In the fall during a Sunday service, God met me during worship and the only words that occupied my mind, which I found myself repeating over and over, were, "I remember you." My sense of the proximity of God was so rich. It actually was something I have not felt, to that degree in many years, like a stumbling upon a prized possession that you thought was lost. As I've thought about that encounter, I'm not sure if I was reminded of how my relationship of God had once felt, or if God was gently reminding me that he remembers me. My belief is that it was a bit of both and since then have experienced God's presence in a similar way multiple times.