I have been volunteering at a pregnancy crisis center for almost 2 years. I remember God asking me to give up some of my personal time, now that our daughter was in high school. When I first offered my services I was just going to answer the phone. Now to be perfectly honest with you answering the phone was not something I felt comfortable doing. But by answering the phone it meant I didn't have to get too close to the clients.
I always thought that I could never have the compassion or mercy to interact with the young women who came into the center. I felt "well, you made your bed now slept in it." Within a few month I was asked if I could work in the boutique about once month. I said "yes" but with hesitation because that meant I would have to talk to the girls as their were shopping for baby items. I remember one young girl I was talking to in particular. She began to tell me about her life, dreams and the future that she wanted for her children. The more we talked, the more I wanted to get to know her.
Not long after that her mentor was leaving and the program director asked me if I would like to try mentoring her. I knew without a doubt that God had planned it all and He was about to soften another piece of my heart.