I'd like to meet:
I long for the day when I stand face to face with my Maker. The same Maker that was nailed to a cross and died for the darkest, ugliest, hateful me anyone will ever know. And this assures me that I have nothing to measure up to. All that remains is my extended thankfulness that I was pulled from the depths of this life so that I might have TRUE life, and to the fullest... no matter what this world throws at me.