I don't think I was ever fortunate enough to meet God, but I believe in him and his love. Before I got somewhat terminally ill in Feb 2001, I was a different person. I knew different people... but my illness opened up a whole new door for me, and I completely rebuilt myself and slowly my belief system. Now, I'm really glad I became plagued with this illness.. imagine that!
but sometimes, I take the ways of my old self, and it bothers me.
I often wonder if God is unhappy with me. I'm far from perfect. But we're not meant to be perfect. God is :)