I just had one of the most amazing experiences of my life and wanted to share with you!
I was driving home from a meeting this evening around 5 p.m. and got stuck in traffic No. 2 Highway and then my car started to choke and splutter and then it died.Â I barely managed to coast into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for a tow truck, since my car would not even turn over.Â
Before I could make my call I saw a woman walking out of the mall next door and it looked like she slipped on some ice and fell right into the gas pump, so I got out to see if she was ok.Â When I got to her it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than that she had fallen.Â She was a young woman who looked really haggard, with dark circles under her eyes.Â She dropped something as I helped her up and I picked it up to give it to her.Â It was a nickel.
At that moment, everything became clear to me.Â The crying woman, the ancient suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (one in a car seat) and the gas pump reading $14.05.Â I asked if she was ok and if she needed help.Â She sobbed: â€œI donâ€™t want my kids to see me crying,â€ so we stood on the other side of the pump from her car.Â She said she was driving to Kingston and that things were very hard for her right now.Â So I asked, â€œAnd you were praying?â€ That made her back away from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy person.â€œHe heard your prayers and He sent me!â€Â I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so she could fill up her car completely.Â While it was fueling, I was moved to walk to the Mickey Dâ€™s and I bought 2 big bags of food, some gift certificates for more, and a big cup of coffee.Â Right away 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.Â
She told me her name, and that she lived in Windsor.Â Her boyfriend left 2 months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet.Â She knew she wouldnâ€™t have money to pay rent January 1, and finally, in desperation had called her estranged parents she had not spoken with in about 5 years.Â They lived in Kingston and she was on her way to live with them and to try and get on her feet.Â She had packed everything she owned into her car and told the kids they were going to Kingston for Christmas, but didnâ€™t tell them 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, â€œSo, you an angel, or what?â€
That brought a tear to my eye.Â I said, â€œSweetie, at this time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people.â€
It was incredible to be a part of someone elseâ€™s miracle.Â And, of course, you guessed it:Â when I got back to my car, I tried to start it.Â It started right away and got me home.Â I will have a mechanic check it out, but I am sure he wonâ€™t find anything wrong with it.
Sometimes angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the flutter of their wings.
Bruce, Psalm 55:22
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