God approaches gently, often secretly, always in love, never through violence and fear. He comes to us as He himself has told us, in those whom we know in our own lives.  Very often we do not recognize Him.  He comes in many people we do not like, in all who need what we can give, in all who have something to give us, and for our great Comfort. He comes in those we love, in our fathers and mothers, our  brothers and sisters, our friends and our children.  Because of this, we must not be content ever to love with only natural love. We must also love with a supernatural, sacramental love.  We must love them with Christ's love in us. 

 Wood of the Cradle, Wood of the Cross - Caryll Houselander

Taking some time to slowly unpack all that these lines contain, all the implications.  Where am I missing Him right now? In whose face? In what circumstance?