I haven’t stopped thinking about her since she left my room last night.
She came to me because she was sad. She needed someone to talk to and she told me the story of her divorced parents and how she is split between them. I held her. She cried. I prayed for her and she cried all the more.
I prayed for God to take all the pain, hatred, and unforgiveness away and to fill it with peace, love, and joy.
Then, after I stood there with my arms around her, holding her, as she cried on my shoulder, she took ahold of my hand traced a heart on my palm with her finger. I saw her lips moving and, even though I couldn’t hear her, I knew she was praying for me. She was asking God to bless me. I could feel it. She held my hand so tightly and I started to cry.
I’ve ministered to many hurting girls. I’ve held and touched many and they all received my touch and prayer, but this is the first time a girl ever took the time to return the blessing; to return the affection.
She was hurting, she was in pain, and yet she gave.
Even now, it brings tears to my eyes.