That little voice rang out once again. One more nudge. This time, I’m better. As heat filled my cheeks, I said, ‘I’ve got it.’ “What makes us decent people is the good we do for others.” We should never forget that the more we care for people around us, the more God shows us compassion.

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Sara Fleming found herself in a position where she might assist someone in need, and she acted on the advice of a voice in her mind.

It was about Christmastime, and she knew that this was the time of year when miracles occur. Hence, she wanted to be the cause for one family’s happiness by paying it forward.

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Sara believes God linked the connections and brought her back to the family she had previously assisted, this time at a place where she found inner peace.

“This is a real tale, my dear friends. I’m posting to let people know of God’s compassion and goodness. It isn’t about me in the first place. He has done wonderful things!”

Sara saw a parent trying to pay for his groceries as she waited in line. As he was heard requesting the clerk to put some items to the side, his card was repeatedly refused. His card, however, refused to pass, and he had no other options.

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“A girl and a boy accompanied him, and I overheard them repeatedly calling him ‘Dad.’ The girl was in her early adolescent years, and the kid was about my son’s age. Sara said, “I could see the shame on their cheeks.”

She could see the despair on his father’s face as his family was going to go through the holidays without the necessities and food they so much needed.

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Sara was aware of God’s instruction at that time.

“Then I felt it all of a sudden. It felt like a soft jolt to the back of my head and a faint electric shock to my heart.”

It said, “Pay for these groceries.” “If you don’t have the money, it doesn’t matter… I’ll provide whatever you need. “Believe in Me.

On the other hand, she was at a loss for words since she didn’t want to humiliate the guy more.

“That little voice rang out once again. One more nudge. This time, I’m better. As heat filled my cheeks, I roared, ‘I’ve got it.’

“I don’t know how to thank you,” he remarked as he turned down to see who the kind guy standing behind him was. I’m a divorced father with no children. “It’s tough.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’ll be fine.” I felt compelled to assist. I know I’m following God’s instructions. Sara remembers, “And I’ve been there.”

She was thrilled that she had the opportunity to brighten the day of the father and his two young children, who couldn’t take their gaze away from her.

But then something extraordinary occurred around two months later. Sara was in church when she saw the family in the seat next to hers.

Sara began softly weeping. She was delighted to see the father and his two children again, and she couldn’t believe that they had ended up at her church of all places.

“I never said I was a Christian to him. I didn’t even tell him where I worshipped. That same God who sent this father and his family to my church that Sunday.”

Sara realized then that doing good for others was all about HIM, not about the individuals who showed compassion.