My visit to Corolado

'Friends are God's way of taking care of us.'

I was driving home where I used to stay 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 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 fuelling, 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 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,
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.'

Here is the prayer for you who had time to go through this:

'Father, I ask You to bless my children, grandchildren, friends,
relatives and email, blogger 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.
When Satan is knocking at your door, simply say, 'Jesus, could you
please get that for me.