Shaunta Scott
“She didn’t have to get up… but she did.” 🤍
There was a night I will never forget.
I was a child… but something didn’t feel right inside of me.
I couldn’t explain it. I didn’t have the words for it.
All I knew was… I needed God to be real.
Not something I heard about.
Not something people talked about in passing.
I needed to feel Him.
So I did the only thing I knew to do…
I got up.
And I went to my aunt.
—
She was asleep.
And she didn’t have to get up.
She didn’t have to answer me.
She didn’t have to respond to what I was feeling.
She could have told me to go back to bed.
But she didn’t.
—
She got up.
—
And in that moment, she didn’t rush me.
She didn’t dismiss me.
She didn’t make me feel like what I was experiencing didn’t matter.
She met me right where I was.
—
She reminded me of how much God loved me.
She spoke life into me in a way my heart could understand.
And then…
She prayed with me.
—
Not a rushed prayer.
Not something routine.
A real prayer.
—
And something changed.
I may not have had all the understanding at that age…
but I felt something I had never felt before.
Peace.
Comfort.
Love.
—
That night showed me something I would carry with me for the rest of my life:
God is not distant.
He is real.
He is present.
And He meets us in the moments when we don’t even have the words to explain what we feel.
—
Looking back now…
That moment wasn’t small.
It was the beginning.
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The beginning of my understanding of God.
The beginning of my relationship with Him.
And the beginning of what would one day become…
Hannah.
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Because Hannah’s story…
isn’t just a story.
It comes from a real place.
A real moment.
A real encounter.
—
And it all started…
with a child who needed God to feel real.
And an aunt…
who didn’t have to get up—
but she did. 🤍
