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This afternoon eldest acted strange. Every time I glanced her way, she yawned and closed her eyes to half mast. When I asked what was the matter, she said she was tired.

This went on for an hour and escalated when we left for dance. “I’m so tired, mom. I just don’t think I can make it through dance.”

Since dance used to be the highlight of her day, my “mom-dar” went off. Something else was wrong here. So, I began to ask probing questions.

“Is everything ok at dance?”

She shrugged.

“Do you miss your old studio?” My heart went out to her–the move this past summer affected her in so many ways.

We talked on for a while, but she still insisted she was too tired to come. I kept the conversation going, talking about everything I could think of related to dance past and present, including how talented she is.

The heart of the matter didn’t come out until we pulled into the studio’s parking lot. Just before I turned off the car she said, “Besides, I don’t have any friends here. When we go to try on costumes, everyone else goes into a changing room with a friend, and I’m left all on my own.”

Ah. So that was it. “Let’s ask God to give you a friend.” I said a simple little prayer. I didn’t make a big deal out of it, I just talked to God out loud the way I would a person beside us.

She walked in with her back a little straighter. As soon as she stepped inside, one of the girls said her name and welcomed her into their conversation circle.

I love it when God answers prayer like that. I know it doesn’t always happen–kids can be cruel, but in this instance I am so thankful!