This day was shaping up to be just another normal day on the record. Just when my mind was set that everything was to occur as a normal Sunday would my heart was shaken by this sweet girl, Shavonee. My encounter with her the previous week was not the smoothest. She had to be talked with about her behavior during worship. During this conversation she proceeded to inform me that she wasn’t a fan of anything I was saying, the worship music and she pretty much wasn’t a fan of any and everybody having to do with the youth room in any way that day. Before the end of the service we ended up having to move her away from her friends. I was sure she wasn’t going to grace us with her presence again after all of this. Despite everything that took place that day she showed up at jhi this week, face on and ready to go. This time she was a bit more somber and down cast rather than throwing daggers at my face. Through most of worship she was in and out talking with Donna and I’m sure she was highly protesting the fact that she was even still in the room. Donna saw straight through this and was able to remain faithful and persistent which kept Shavonee there through the end of service. At this point I realized there was something different in the air and something was shifting. Donna came to me after service and we talked about some concerns we had with the events of the day when Shavonee found us. As we sat and gave her a listening heart she unfolded her story upon us as if we had known her for months. A story of betrayal, confusion, abuse and racism were plaguing her thoughts and heart. In that moment she chose to also share with us her love and understanding of God as well that she was afraid to come back to God for fear He wouldn’t take her back. I broke in this moment. I had nothing but love left for this girl. I could see the hurt and complete torture coming forth as a blazing ball of fire in her eyes. She also told us that she loved to dance and wants to learn more dances. She then mentioned she wanted to go to the girls hang out we were having after service but couldn’t because of lack of funds, no car and she didn’t know anybody. Also on top of all that she didn’t like girls because they just create too much drama. I told her to not worry about the money, I would give her a ride home and I know plenty of people to introduce her to; now she was out of excuses. So upon this we set off to find her mother. We scoured the church for a good 5-10 minutes before her brother told us she was in the prayer room. Without even a second thought I showed them the way. Then it hit me what that room was used for after service, I almost cried. As we get to the prayer room we see their mother praying with somebody to dedicate her life to Christ. This moment completely did me in. I went and talked with her mother for a few moments. Shavonee ended up staying for the hang out and had a wonderful time and most of all she was socializing with the other girls that were there. Jesus had an appointment with this family on this day and He came with no delay.