Several years ago I chaperoned a youth mission trip. We served at different ministry sites, and our third site was a recreation center in an impoverished neighborhood. On the morning of our first visit to the center, I was feeling awful. I don’t know why, but my emotions were stirred up. I was afraid I’d snap at someone without meaning to.
On the way there, I prayed for God to help me with my emotions. “God, I need a lot of grace today. Please, give me grace. I need Your grace.”
When we arrived at the recreation center, we spread out to try and meet some of the children and see if we could play basketball with them, or just talk and encourage. I met a couple of girls who showed me how to tie bracelets. Another girl showed me her new fingernail polish. Then they scampered off. I looked around the room to see where God would send me next.
Instead, He sent someone to me.
This little girl, eight years old, saw me from across the gym and ran straight toward me. She ran up and gave me a hug, and said, “Do you want to be my friend?”
Instantly my emotions settled and I felt joyful. We were there to help the kids. I felt like God had sent this little girl to help me.
I asked her, “What’s your name?”
She answered, “Grace.”
I had chills from head to toe. What was my prayer that morning? He had answered.