Friends: God’s Way of Taking Care of Us

Our Words for the week come from an urban legend reported to having been written by a Metro Denver hospice physician

I was driving home from a meeting this evening about five, stuck in traffic on Colorado Boulevard when the car started to choke,  splutter, and die. I barely managed to coast, cursing, into a gas station, thankful only that I wouldn’t be blocking traffic, and would have a warm spot to wait for the tow truck. My car motor wouldn’t even turn over. Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out of the Quickie Mart building. 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 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 three kids in the back (one 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 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. While it was fueling, I walked to the next door McDonald’s and bought two 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 she lived in Kansas City. Her boyfriend left two months ago, and she had not been able to make ends meet. She knew she wouldn’t have money to pay rent by January the first. Finally, in desperation, she had called her parents, with whom she had not spoken to in about five years. They lived in California and said she could come and 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 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 without any problems. 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 almost hear the flutter of their wings. As Psalm 55:22 says, Cast your burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee. He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Triumph is just “umph” added to try.

About wisdomfromafather

I'm just an ordinary guy walking along the journey of life.
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