During my final semester of college, I was taking a math class that I had been putting off throughout my entire undergrad.
There were only about 10 people in the class and every day I came early to ask questions about the homework because (let’s be honest) I stink at math.
Then one day, another girl in my class came early. I was sitting at my desk and I heard her tell the professor she missed the last exam because she found out her mom was diagnosed with cancer. She could barely speak through the tears in her eyes and the lump in her throat.
My heart sank. I remember feeling that pain with her. My mom is my best friend, and I know I would be broken if I ever had to go through something like that. I wanted so badly to tell her that I was sorry and that I would be praying for her…
But, I didn’t. No words came out of my mouth. I really did pray for her, though. I didn’t even know her name and I prayed for her, her mother, and their entire family.
I remember feeling this pull to talk to her every single time she walked into class for the remainder of the semester. I always pushed that feeling aside and continued on with my normal day.
Until finally, it was the last day of the semester. We had just finished our last exam and everyone was walking out into the hallway and moving on to their next destination.
I caught up with that girl and said “Excuse me?”
She looked confused.
I continued “I know we have never talked before, but I remember overhearing you tell the professor about your mom being diagnosed with cancer. I want you to know I have been praying for you and your family this entire semester. This has been on my heart for a while now, and I really felt pulled to tell you.”
Her eyes widened and she started to cry. Then I started to cry. She thanked me and told me how desperately she needed to hear that.
We hugged and cried together in the hallway.
I may have impacted her day, but she impacted my life. I will always remember that girl and the way I felt pulled to talk to her. I will always remember that feeling because God was speaking to me. He was using me for His greater plan, to be His light, and to spread His love.
The moral of this (very true) story is to listen closely when God is speaking to you. Do not ignore the Holy Spirit pulling at your heart. It will change your life.