>>41275368 (OP)
I was homeless and staying in a shelter and was only trying to get some weed from some random strangers that were visiting one of the residents. The motivation was predominantly selfish.
I traded some food stamps for weed and they mentioned the only reason they were willing to do it was because they were desperately unable to get anything for their daughter's birthday. When I heard this I decided I would spend an exorbitant amount of what I had to get all kinds of vibrant flavorful sweets, cakes, and ice creams. I also bought each of the parents a foot-long sandwhich. Something in me made me do this.
That same morning I watched someone pray for a couple to receive blessings for themselves and their daughter that very morning during the shelter's daily service and shrugged it off as another prayer that will go answered.
I found out the next morning after getting my weed that the couple visited the prayermaker and explained that a total stranger saved their daughter's birthday by trading some weed for all kinds of sweets and food for a feast of a birthday. They just recently escaped homelessness themselves and it was the happiest birthday their daughter had since she was an infant.
That stranger was me.
I watched God answer a specific prayer for specific people right in front of me. Using my own sin as a tool, yet giving me enough of a conscience to seek goodness.
I broke down in tears when I realized God himself used me to make a desitute little girl smile. I still don't think I deserve such a grand divine place in his kingdom. I am not a good person and I still struggle greatly with mental illness. But he still said "You'll do."
I still can't even recount this story without weeping like a baby.
I want to say something poetic about God to end this post but I still struggle with my faith due to suffering myself.
All I know is that he is real and he cares for his creations. The pain we endure can't be meaningless. I am unable to see that as possible.