Prayed for in the parking lot

I spent Friday night in the hospital in extreme pain due to an autoimmune disease. My husband was currently too sick to take care of me and I knew I had to take care of him. Saturday morning rolls around and I hobble over to the corner market with just enough money to buy water. I see two men pull up in a truck and the gas station attendant mentions that those men show up every Saturday morning with food and that they're from a new local church. I need to find a church so I hobble over to them to say hello. I tell them that I'm not homeless and I'm sure I've got something at home to eat and that I was looking for information about their church. They could see the physical pain on my face. They placed their hands on my shoulders and prayed for me and of course I cried. They knew what I was going through without me saying much. Then they insisted that I take food for both myself and my husband. On Sunday morning I woke up without pain for the first time in years. They didn't give me a grace bomb card but boy did I recieve grace. I'm going to their church on Sunday and I intend to tell them all about grace bomb.