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 her 2 months ago and she had not been able to make ends
meet. She knew she wouldn’t have money to pay her rent Jan 1, and in
desperation had finally called her parents, with whom she had not spoken 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 it, 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...
22 Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee. He shall never
suffer the righteous to be moved.
1 Cast thy bread upon the waters, for thou shall find it after many days.
2 Give a portion to seven, and also to eight; for thou knowest not what evil
shall be upon the earth.
Please pass this story to four people who you want to be blessed today.
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