I was a new Christian, recently hired as a Youth Pastor. Naturally shy, I felt nervous about stepping into ministry. One late night, as I sat at home, my phone rang. A young woman was on the line, asking for me by name. When I confirmed it was me, she told me she was at UCLA Hospital and asked if I could come talk and pray with her. Though anxious, I agreed. I told my wife, who encouraged me to go despite my nerves, and she came along for support.

When we arrived, the young woman greeted us warmly, clearly relieved. As we sat down, she shared her struggles—illness, personal challenges, and overwhelming distress. Although she believed in God and had prayed, nothing seemed to change. As we talked, I realized her understanding of God was somewhat skewed. With love and patience, I explained the God I had come to know, and she admitted she had never thought of Him that way before.

We spoke for about 40 minutes, and by the end, she seemed more at peace. I prayed with her, and as we were saying our goodbyes, her demeanor felt noticeably lighter. Just before leaving, curiosity got the better of me, so I asked how she had gotten my phone number. After all, I was a new, unknown pastor, and hadn’t expected such a call.

The Miracle

She told me that earlier, she had felt so overwhelmed that she planned to end her life. In her despair, she left her hospital bed, trying to figure out how to go through with it. As she walked down the hallway, a piece of paper fluttered to the ground in front of her. It was a flyer from the church where I worked. She picked it up and decided to call someone for help. She tried all the numbers listed, but no one answered—until she dialed the last one. It was mine.

On the drive home, my wife and I marveled at how God had orchestrated the situation. To me, it was nothing short of a miracle—a testament to God’s perfect timing and how He uses even a nervous, uncertain pastor to save a life.

Three Months Later

Three months later, the phone rang again—it was the same woman. Instantly, I felt nervous, fearing she might be in a bad place. But she must have sensed it, because her first words were, “Don’t worry, I’m doing just fine.” Her voice sounded brighter, and my anxiety quickly faded.

She called to thank me for my words and prayers, sharing that she had prayed to know the Jesus I had spoken about. With emotion in her voice, she said, “I’ve met Jesus, and I’m going to be just fine now.” I was overjoyed. She didn’t stay long on the call, but wanted to share her good news and gratitude. That’s all she needed—just to let me know.