Psalm 55:22

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, 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 fel l 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, I
walked to the next doorMcDonald'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 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 forChristmas, 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. 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.'