“Every summer I volunteer at a free children’s Bible camp for inner-city kids. We have prayer time, go swimming, paint and tell Bible stories. I love seeing how the Lord transforms these children and gives them a sense of hope. But this year, we had one little boy who we just couldn’t reach.
“Josh was a quiet 6-year-old who didn’t interact much with other kids. Nothing seemed to lift his cloud of sadness, so I pleaded with God to show me how to get through to him. But no matter how much I prayed, Josh remained in his shell.
“One morning as we gathered in a circle for prayer time, to my surprise, Josh raised his hand. ‘Why has God forgotten me?’ he asked, dropping his gaze.
“My heart shattered as I fumbled for an answer. How do I help a hurting child believe? Simon, an older boy in the group and a notorious troublemaker, reached out and held Josh’s hand. ‘God is like Scotch tape,’ Simon said. ‘We can’t see Him, but He’s always there holding on to us.’ For the first time, I saw the burden Josh carried fall away and a huge smile spread across his face.
“Over the next few weeks, I watched Josh become a totally different child—animated, filled with giggles, eager to be with the other kids. When we’d say our prayers each morning, he was the loudest to shout, ‘Amen!’ It helped me realize that God has helpers in all shapes and sizes—and sometimes they are the ones we’d least expect!”
—Rhonda Kelp, 48, Rochester, NY