I looked through my journal today and I ran across this entry from 2006 that I wanted to share.
We went to the temple tonight. After doing a session, I went into the dressing room, and I saw a woman sitting on a bench with a very glum look on her face. I said to myself as I passed, “Self, she looks like she needs a hug.” Then the still small voice spoke to me. Go back and give her a hug. I immediately went back and sat next to her. “You look like you could use a hug,” I told her, and I gave her one. She told me she had been waiting for her locker to be freed up. Then she asked me, “Were you reading my mind?” I told her I wasn’t. She told me that seven years ago from tomorrow her husband had died, and this was the first time she had attended the temple near the anniversary of his death. So I guess my being told to give her a hug was one of those tender mercies from the Lord to her to let her know that He was mindful of her. I’m very glad I obeyed the prompting immediately.
Will you share a time when you found you were the means of bestowing a tender mercy from the Lord?