I'll never forget one time when I was little, we went on one of those pirate ship rides that rock back and forth. I was absolutely terrified of it, and the seats were crowded, so I had to sit by myself apart from my siblings. I sat next to this completely random, middle-aged lady who was a total stranger. And when the ride started, I was so scared, but this lady was so nice and comforted me through the entire ride as if she were my own mother.
Details are hazy, but as soon as the ride was over, I went straight back to my siblings, and never saw her again. I always wonder if, just maybe, I'll meet her again sometime in heaven. That's my small story :)
That’s such a sweet and amazing story, Jake! 🩷
I love this little story. I've had an experience similar to that one. Ever since then I’ve been praying for that person to find God. It’s been a year and I’m still praying. It’s the little things that can go a long way!