This was written by a Metro
Denver Hospice Physician:
I was driving home from a meeting this evening
about 5, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., and the car started to choke and
splutter and die - I barely managed to coast , cursing, into a gas station, glad
only that I would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to
wait for the tow truck. It wouldn't even turn over. Before I could make the
call, I saw a woman walking out of the quickie mart building, and it looked like
she slipped on some ice and fell into a gas pump, so I got out to see if she was
okay
When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than
that she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really haggard with dark
circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up, and I picked
it up to give it to her. It was a nickel
At that moment, everything came
into focus for me: the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff
with 3 kids in the back (1 in a car seat), and the gas pump reading
$4.95.
I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just
kept saying 'I don't want my kids to see me crying! ,' so we stood on the other
side of the pump from her car. She said she was driving to California and that
things were very hard for her right now. So I asked, 'And you were praying?'
That made her back away from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy
person and said, 'He heard you, and He sent me.'
I took out my card and
swiped it through the card reader on the pump so she could fill up her car
completely, and while it was fueling, walked to the next door McDonald's and
bought 2 big bags of food, some gift certificates for more, and a big cup of
coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the car, who attacked it like wolves,
and we stood by the pump eating fries and talking a little.
She told me
her name, and that she lived in Kansas City . Her boyfriend left 2 months ago
and she had not been able to make ends meet. She knew she wouldn't have money to
pay rent Jan. 1, and finally, in desperation, had called her parents, with whom
she had not spok en in about 5 years. They lived in California and said she
could come live with them and try to get on her feet there.
So she packed
up everything she owned in the car. She told the kids they were going to
California for Christmas, but not that they were going to live there.
I gave
her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for safety on the
road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, 'So, are you like an angel or
something?'
This definitely made me cry. I said, 'Sweetie, at this time
of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people.'
It
was so incredible to be a part of someone else's miracle. And of course, you
guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and got me home with no
problem. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but I suspect the mechanic
won't find anything wrong
Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you
that you can hear the flutter of their wings....
Psalms 55:22 ' Cast thy
burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee. He shall never suffer the
righteous to be moved'
My instructions were to pick four people
that I wanted God to bless, especially for the month left in 2011, and I picked you.
Please pass this to four people you want
to be blessed and a copy back to me..
Here is the
prayer:
'Father, I ask You to bless my children,
grandchildren, friends, relatives and email buddies reading this right now. Show
them a new revelation of your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask You to minister
to their spirit this very moment. Where there is pain, give them Your peace and
mercy. Where there is self doubt, release a renewed confidence through Your
grace, In Jesus' precious name. Amen.'
I know I picked more than four -- you
can, too.
'Friends
are God's way of taking care of us.' Psalm 55:22 --- .
