In August or October (can't remember exactly), I served on the prayer team at a conference. We prayed for a number of people during that time.

I was washing my hands in the bathroom after Christmas Eve service this evening, and I bumped into one of the ladies I prayed for. She recognized me immediately even though we're masked and called me by name. 

Once she told me her name, I also remembered what she sought prayer for that time. Praise God, she's joined a community that's walking with her on the issue she struggled with and is much happier.

In a church on 3000ish, 3 services on 3 different floors, God sent me this encouragement. Good fruit from small acts of service.