One of the most profound experiences that showed me the hand of God was during my time as a volunteer before becoming a staff member.
I was assigned to enroll new families into the program. While giving a mother her first allocated financial stipend for her needs, the amount seemed substantial since she had four children.
The mother was taken aback. She hesitated: “No, I can’t accept this money.” She was worried that our support might come with strings attached, fearing that we might eventually ask to take her children away to an orphanage or make some other crazy request.
I reassured her gently: “No, no, your children will stay with you. We are here to support their education.” She responded in disbelief: “It’s hard to believe that God could send all of this without expecting something in return!”
I smiled and insisted: “Trust me, there’s no catch—this is truly without any strings attached.”
Over time, the family began to thrive. The children were so young then, but as the years passed, they excelled in school. One of her daughters even made it into engineering school!
On the day her daughter’s high school exam results were announced, I asked the mother how she felt. She told me, “I feel like when I go to the bakery to buy bread, I am the tallest one there!”
She explained that she had always been teased for being short, but now, she felt as if her neck was stretched with pride. That image stayed with me—a mother standing tall because her children had a future.
On one of my visits to the family, I noticed they didn’t have a proper bathroom door, just a curtain. I gave them the funds to purchase a simple folding door.
When I returned later, I found the children arguing playfully. One of them said that their sister had been in the bathroom for an hour.
I joked: “Is she always in there that long?” They laughed and explained: “No, but ever since we installed the door, the kids go in and don’t want to come out. It’s the first time they’ve had privacy!”
It struck me how something as simple as a bathroom door could make such a profound difference. For them, it wasn’t just a door—it was dignity.
These experiences taught me that God’s love often shows up in the smallest details—a stipend, a schoolbook, a folding door. Through countless visits and conversations, I saw perceptions shift. Families who once doubted began to believe that grace could be real, that help could come without conditions.
And every time I witnessed that transformation, I felt the hand of God at work.